Dear daughter in prison…
When you feel so alone and
there are bars on your door
I am standing beside you
of that you can be sure.
When letters don’t come
And you think you’re
forgotten
remember how
against all advice…
I still spoil you rotten.
I’m there beside you
in ways you can’t see
even though you kick
and you scream
as if you were three.
Soon your caterpillar
skin you will shed
and my beautiful
butterfly you
will be free…
hopefully before
I’m dead
or before
I’m lifting
seventy pound
care packages
at ninety-three.
Your loving mother,
Jeanne Marie
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
You never stop loving that is for sure! I love that about you! ❤ xoxo
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Thank you, that means a lot to me. XO
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Sad, but beautiful and I always love your touch of humor.
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Thank you!
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Oh JM, warm healing loving hugs.
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Thank you sweet Belinda…
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