Block 85

Not Incarcerated

This is my artistic rendition
of looking at a jail cell window in an old west jail.

Never have been,

never will be.

No,

I am not perfect.

I've been

busted twice . . .

once for running a stoplight

and once

for driving 80

in a 60 mph zone.

 And,

I am sure,

as a child,

I 

"lifted"

something

from the corner store.

As a matter of fact,

I know I did . . . 

Mom said 

I once held my hands out

and said,

"Look what I got!"

It was something

from the store . . . 

she marched me 

right back

where I had to tell Fran

(the owner of the store)

what I had done.

Don't know what else

Mom did,

but I know

I never did it again!

I had so many students

who took jail

for granted.

Either their parents,

grandparents,

aunt,

uncles,

cousins

or

siblings

spent time in jail.

They spoke about

going to see them

like I would talk

about seeing someone

in the hospital . . . 

like it was 

perfectly normal.

Go figure?

Dear Lord,

 Again, thank you for my moral compass. More times than I can count, it has kept me from doing something I shouldn't. It has also kept me away from people I didn't need to be around. Thanks for giving me the sense to "know the difference."

Amen