Getting Closer
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Poetry
It’s been almost 10 years now
Since my life has changed.
For better or worse
Nothing will ever be the same.
So much is different today
Both parents now gone.
Never able to say goodbye
Sometimes sorry that I was born.
My father gone seven years
My mother gone six.
Never hear their voices again
Thank goodness I have my pics.
I’ve missed out on so much
I’m now a grandmother of three.
Wishing I could be there in person
Hoping they know how much they mean to me.
My grandson is almost six years old.
My first granddaughter almost four.
My newest granddaughter born on Mother’s Day
There is only one thing I want more.
That is to get the hell out of here
To leave this place behind me.
To be the best mother and grandmother
The best person that I can be.
Just over five years to go
Until my earliest release date.
Hoping I get close to this
My life left up to fate.
Whatever will be will be
Do whatever I need to do.
To get out as soon as possible
Release never up to you.
It’s been almost 10 years now
Since my life has changed.
For better or worse
Nothing will ever be the same.
So much is different today
Both parents now gone.
Never able to say goodbye
Sometimes sorry that I was born.
My father gone seven years
My mother gone six.
Never hear their voices again
Thank goodness I have my pics.
I’ve missed out on so much
I’m now a grandmother of three.
Wishing I could be there in person
Hoping they know how much they mean to me.
My grandson is almost six years old.
My first granddaughter almost four.
My newest granddaughter born on Mother’s Day
There is only one thing I want more.
That is to get the hell out of here
To leave this place behind me.
To be the best mother and grandmother
The best person that I can be.
Just over five years to go
Until my earliest release date.
Hoping I get close to this
My life left up to fate.
Whatever will be will be
Do whatever I need to do.
To get out as soon as possible
Release never up to you.
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