Called Mom after chapel. She picked up after the second ring. Told me about the funeral of a close family friend: Mr. James, died at the age of 82. He lived across the street and I grew up with his kids. My mom said everyone turned out for the funeral. She gave Mr. James' son a hug for me. His daughter Karen mentioned reading a letter I'd written to their father before he passed-- it made him smile.
Before Mass another friend, David, who's been down over 37 years, told me he is finally going home. David is another who had a parole date that got snatched by the Governor. He won his fight in Superior Court after a guy named Angelo wrote a writ for him. At the end of the service, the priest called David up to the altar and said a prayer over him.
Called Mom after chapel. She picked up after the second ring. Told me about the funeral of a close family friend: Mr. James, died at the age of 82. He lived across the street and I grew up with his kids. My mom said everyone turned out for the funeral. She gave Mr. James' son a hug for me. His daughter Karen mentioned reading a letter I'd written to their father before he passed-- it made him smile.
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AuthorPaul Pommells has been an inmate of the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation for more than twenty years, and has learned much about himself, his fellow inmates, and where one can find the hope and power to change. Poetry Corner
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