Page 15 - Motherhood in Prison

Hope in the

Storm

Every day when I wake up, I look
forward to hearing the voice
of my children waking me up
but to my surprise I find the
children are not there

Just waiting, waiting that one day
I will wake up from this dream
of holding my children
that one day my dream will
become a reality.

Hoping that one day my name
will be called to go out

And that one day I will walk through
that gate and my children will
wake me up

Waiting hasn’t been easy

Waiting when the sun
will shine on me.

Waiting when I will get
my freedom back

Waiting on the storm

Waiting that day to be together.

By: Christine

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