Today, the mail brought this poem to me, from one of the writers in my prison writers workshop, I cannot give you his name, but through three different prisons in the CDOC prison system, and the loss of his son, (and not allowed to attend the funeral), this writer, well, here are his words.
“End of Year Reflection”
I look out the window and see snow
it’s Christmas day and the world is white
I’m completely rejuvenated and yet I know
there’s good and evil — right and wrong
I’ve often stumbled –not thought things through
busy listening to the sound track of my life
And this morning I’m hearing Christmas carols
as well as childhood sounds
sights and smells. . .
reminding me of better times,
when the world
and all was well.