"THE PRISONER, PART 2"

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Part 2 of my experience with my cousin in jail

Submitted: January 30, 2014

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Part 2....of  "The Prisoner"


 

He made me promise to write, since they don't allow prisoners access to computers. I'm sure gonna do it, feeling even excited about the old-fashion way of yesterdays mode of communication which modern technology has abolished! It's a clear, cold Tuesday morning and I just dropped off my husband at work. Driving home, as always I got the window rolled down and the radio blasting.....awakening my senses. And then this song plays.........("Settle down, it'll all be clear. Don't pay no mind to the demons. They fill you with fear. The trouble it might drag you down. If you get lost you can always be found. Just know you're not alone. Cause I'm gonna make this place your home.")
 
The last line....."I'M GONNA MAKE THIS PLACE YOUR HOME"........that's it! I anxiously thought. Prison is going to be his home for at least the next ten years!! So I'm speeding like a demon down the streets to get home to write him, as if he was a soldier away at war in another country fighting for liberty........it's funny; the stamp I used to mail the letter had a flag on it with the word "liberty" underneath.......freedom to choose, but he DOES have freedom......even in prison. I think some people on the outside of those prison walls have even less "liberty" than he does!!
 
Now I get home, fling my coat off and grab paper and pen for the first time not heading for my computer. It's exciting holding the pen to the paper and I can't help but feel like Emily Dickinson in a good, old fashion way. I print because my writing is sloppy. And as I'm composing this letter I can see that I am just as sloppy printing it. But the memories surface of our childhood. I know he was unhappy. His mother died of breast cancer when he was just a boy and his father remarried. It was a cinderella story....he had a wicked stepmother and two wicked stepsisters. He couldn't stand it any longer so he moved in with his aunt.
 
If you want to let go of the anger just remember the good times........that's what keeps us going.........and I desperately want to "create" more good times.......because our life has a limit, and we should fill it up with joy NOT sorrow! And as I thought of these good times with him, I wrote about them in the letter. The way he would climb like a monkey up to the second story back porch. The Saturday morning cartoons of the "Jackson 5" and "Fat Albert"....his first girlfriend Rose and how I would sneak around the corner to catch him kissing her on my grandmother's couch! He was my big brother back then
and I loved him as such.
 
I rushed off the letter....wet it down with my tongue to stick the envelope closed, but still used tape to close it securely, like it held gold in it. Then I flew out the door to mail it the frigid morning air before I returned home to  exercise again..........but this time the song I played while I was exercising on YOUTUBE was..."HOME" by Phillip Phillips........yes, that is our song........"Cause I'm gonna make this place your home".

 
 
 


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