His Honor

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We leave
the house
at 6:00 a.m.
Drive to the
courthouse,
once again.
Baby girl
a woman
grown.
Will I
leave
this
building
with her?
Will I
leave
this
building
alone?
Sitting
behind
her as
she
stands
before
his Honor.
Heart
refuses
to keep
beating
no, no, no
not one
second
longer.
Baby girl
stands
alone,
waiting
for
freedom
to fall.
Yes,
mistakes
were made.
Her crimes
to me
unknown.
She is my
baby girl
no matter
how much
grown,
no matter
how many
second
chances
blown.
His Honor
speaks.
The world
stops
turning.
The day
turns
black.
He sets a
date.
We will
be coming
back.
by Jeanne Marie, 2014

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