Poem #2

I don’t know too many wives who have been through 4 pregnancy losses, an unfaithful husband, and then that husband be sentenced to 15 years in prison while his stepson lives on the streets, that wouldn’t come away with at least a little bitterness in her heart. I’m not perfect, but I do have faith that God can work even in this mess!

Dear God, would You forgive me for my bitterness?

Would You spare Your anger, please?

You know our faults

We don’t try to hide

This is a hurt

I don’t know how to survive

We need this Lord

A second chance

Grant us now, another dance?

Together we stand stronger

Then our “loves” before

We are crying out

Bless us, Lord!

©2019LeesaLove


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Poem #1

Nights are the hardest times for the inmate/prison wife. The busyness of the day slows down and all those memories creep in. Sometimes it’s just best to sip a little wine and embrace the pain. 

She sips wine
In the moonlit memories
Of a beautiful day
When he was home
And they were skin to skin
And heart to heart 
There were no steel bars
To keep them apart
In the moonlit memories
Of her shattered heart
She sips wine
©LeesaLove


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