As much as I love creating poems ‘found’ from lines written each week by the women incarcerated at Vermont’s Chittenden Regional Correctional Facility, sometimes others do, too. The short piece below was penned during last week’s circle after the writer heard the dozen women read their words around the circle. CB’s poem is built entirely from those lines she heard from the other women’s writings – dedicated to the memory of losing her own daughter.
(Tribute to a departed daughter from the readback lines of the other writers)
A very unique person loved and accepted by most
When you were born, I was able to put you in your father’s arms
If you were still here, I would have loved to hear you sing
How can they get past what happened?
How I wanted to swoop in and save you
I remember so much about you, I have so many wonderful memories of you
The days go by and I miss you very much
The truth hurts sometimes
I didn’t know what to think or how to feel
I wish I could turn back time
I light two cigarettes, one for me and one for him
I close my eyes and I am at peace
Oh my, I just set myself free