Walking back from court down to the cells
I talked to Mrs. Tucker she had a lot to tell.
She told me to forgive my mom for
not forgiving her is like a rock weighing me down so
I just listened knowing my mom was an immortal foe.
I cried as she talked telling me about her son
she said “You only have one mother
when she’s gone there are none.”
I knew in my mind I had already lost my mom
a long time ago- -
My mom wasn’t a real caring mother to me
she kept me from going home.
Mrs. Tucker is a caring mother for her words
were there to comfort and see a different way
she even gave advice to inmates
very sweet and short before
they went to court that day.
I wish Mrs. Tucker was my mother
for she is a caring soul
that is what really matters in jail when
confinement takes its toll.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem