Hidden from reality

 I'd like to portray to you that I'm an accomplished author, I'd be deceiving you. I have books published at Kindle Direct publishing but the truth is I'm just a dumb. I write to appease my own little mind. I don't know what's wrong with me lately but I've been having a hard time. life in general. ADHD doesn't spell anything

  This morning is June 2nd 2025 10:32 right now I'm a grown man in tears because my mom passed away this morning. Hidden from reality is the poem that I wrote my mom when I was in prison. Mom came to visit me, brought my son Teddy to see me, wrote me letters religiously. When I wrote this poem for her I was waiting for a visit at camp Waterloo in Michigan. Tom Petty's free falling was playing on my Sony Walkman radio as I walked the prison yard. It was a foggy morning you could not even see the double Constantine fence with loud speakers, lock down sirens and lights on it from the center of the prison yard. I always carried something to write on and as I walked the yard and thought how all this will be over someday and how good my mom has been to me. What would I have done with out her? I always wanted to leave with her it was no place to be.   Suddenly I hear Clark 623 report to the control center your visit is here. I took the poem to my mom to read.  I wrote this about you this morning. After she read it, she looks at me and says "how is this about me"? I responded 

"you're the fog mom, I love you"! 

Today it's all foggy 

it's what you might say is a limited sight distance 

I can barely see the ground as I walk 

with my head hanging down 

I've been in prison for it seems to be all eternity 

Tom Petty's free falling is playing on the radio but 

all I see is cold brick walls and Constantine 

I walk into the center of the yard and 

like the world I turn on an imaginary access 

nothing is all I can see the fog is so thick 

has it set me free 

I'm not really here I'm floating in a cloud 

I'm thinking to myself but it's so quiet I see loud 

Throughout all this time I've been through a lot 

If only the fog would stay in this spot 

It's almost over if only you would stay 

let me see the stars at night but hide me from the day!  

I love you Mom! You have been waiting to see your Mom again since 1973 I know you're in your glory right now God bless you!

Bob Jenkens 

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