This blank page staring back at me,
reminds me of snow.
no 2 alike,
I think of the paper snowflakes I made as a kid.
Carefully cut from sheets of smooth paper.
Scissors making delicate cuts,
a triangle here, a circle there,
symmetrical, tidy, neat.
I want to write this, but I can’t. I’ve been side tracked by nursing and snuggling with my baby.
And I’m feeling heartbroken about my father-in-law.
We got some letters today, from him.
Desperate notes, scrawled on the backs of denied requests,
for toothpaste, for food, for care.
A month in the hole, solitary confinement. No one to talk to, nothing to do, nowhere to go.
Yes, he committed a crime. Around money, his obsession. Not violent. He’s gentle, really.
He has not been tried yet.
Guilty until proven innocent, it seems.
It is very hard to deal with this.
I am so sad for him, for my husband, and our whole family.
Please keep us in your thoughts.
Thank you for listening,