The Lament of Prisoner 015210

(Editor's aside--this integration of disparate things is so typical of Mom's ability to put

two and two together and get seven.  Great creativity.)

 

Incarcerated at my desk,

 

Barred from freedom

 

By facts and figures in

 

Black and white,

 

Sentenced to a task imposed by Law,

 

I struggled.

 

Removed from  the dungeon

 

For a short reprieve

 

I was near blinded

 

By the sunlight

 

I was longing for.

 

FREEDOM

 

BUT STILL THE SENTENCE STOOD.

 

I MUST RETURN.

 

One last glance was granted.

 

Graced with hope,

 

The tree tall beyond the fence

 

Blossomed White with promise--

 

Cherries in the future, when

 

The punishment was done.

 

GBP 3/24/10

 

Lullaby

All are at peace.

 

They sleep.

 

They neither mourn nor weep

 

Nor vigil keep.

 

If they should dream

 

May it be sweet.

 

The song repeat .

 

Sleep, baby, sleep.

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