37 and a half to life

The following poem was written by my husband. I sent him a copy of the post I wrote by the same name. he was inspired to write this poem. He told me that when I wrote ' Gray ' I captured how he felt, too. He even had some of his friends read it and they were moved because they identified with gray. I feel grateful to have been able to use a painful moment to inspire beauty.                                          Gray                                              by KMT Is it possible to escape the feelings of a place where the feelings of the place is captured on the face? And all in this place pray for the great escape from the gray.  That sits in the middle of nowhere,  near the border of hate and despair.  The nearest town is don't care,...

For the past decade or so I have been thinking about how I might turn this experience into action. There has always been something keeping me from being able to give more of myself to anything other than my family. Between sports and other extracurricular activities my evenings have been pretty busy. Throw in prison visits and other weekend commitments and that left me no time for anything else. Then, five years ago, our surprise baby made her debut. It was the middle of October of 2012 and she was the cutest little thing! Everyone loved her right away. And even though she was unexpected she was not unwanted, she completed our family. So, big brother (who was still only two years old himself) was thrilled with the addition and life was pretty good. Then, five weeks later, our world changed when he was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. It was the worst time of my life. Even worse than when my husband lost his freedom. This diagnosis sucked the joy out of me and I was suddenly drown...

My last post was about children, particularly those affected by incarceration. On that note, I wanted to feature another poem written by my husband. It is part of a collection of spoken word poetry he calls 360 Degrees of Thought. Enjoy...  K.A with our oldest in 1993 Our Children Are Our Link to the Future Our children are our links to the future… I said, our children are our links to the future. Small minds doing big time, for believing in fake prophets with slick lines. My truth shines. Do you really want this life of mine? Jewels blind, but look fine blurring the vision of our children that fall behind. I know your kind, sucking blood is your profession; becoming wealthy at the price of our most prized possessions. Check the lesson; the power that you have is the ability to captivate the youth, but instead of speaking truth, three minutes and some seconds free styling in a booth. The damage you cause is having them cemented further in the concepts ...