Hi, my fraternal brother.
A poem about being imprisoned.
Look at it this way, my brother. Right here there is a little boy inside of you. He was imprisoned for years, but that little boy slowly but surely broke those bars holding him in there.
He came out into an unfamiliar world. His world was darkness fear, shame, worthlessness & anger, (to name but a few).
But, deep inside of you, you slowly let little todd, break through those bars that held him prisoner.
You, reassure him every day in your pain & sorrow. You, have freed that little boy from his imprisonment. In reassurance & love.
You are not alone, my fraternal brother, as right here you have two of your fraternal brothers, amongst others, who are
right here with you and little Todd. We, each in our own way are becoming less imprisoned.
We are bringing those imprisoned, little boys. "from the depths of darkness, into the sunshine, forever into eternity."
And one day, we will be able to proclaim (as Dr. Martin Luther King) had....."FREE AT LAST, GOD ALMIGHTY, FREE AT LAST."
We will no longer be imprisoned.. take care my fraternal brother, (((Todd))), & heal well.
Little Pete & big Pete..but 1 (Irishmoose).
Working Boys' Home 10-14 yrs old, grades 5-8. 1949-1953
A very humble alumni of the WOR Dahlonega, GA.
May 15-17 2009, Alta, Sep. 2009. Sequoia, 2010.
Hope Springs, 2010.