About the Poem
This poem rips from my soul, through my fingers, onto the keys, through the invisible wires to share with my fellow humans, taking part of my heart with it on its journey.
Kisses Through Glass |
| by Rosemary J. Gwaltney |
| concrete bunk beds with rubber mats waiting in line loud doors echoing halls eyes ever watching mundane things mingled with tenderness collect calls miss you so much four bare walls toilets flush beside the phones how long? no one knows waiting, anxiety grows kisses through glass hands palm to palm warm eyes smiling through the pane throwing kisses in the air he walks away, slow easy swing twisting my ring, I follow his graceful form with blurring eyes. when a month looks like forever takes a week to get your glasses they don't care if you don't have your medication coffee machine but the money isn't on the books yet was that dad on the phone? does he still have a back ache? what did he have for dinner? did he hold hands with you through the glass again, mom? |
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2 Visitor Comments
Mindy
I know excatly where this poem is coming from,I have 3 small children and their father was in prison. Nobody can understand how "Kisses through Glass" feels until they have been there. This poem is bittersweet; Thank You!
Jonathan
I think I'm in Love
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