I see my baby beyond the glass
I hear his voice through speaker’s rasp
The pane of separation brings pain of separation
Institutional cloth swaddles him
Recycled flags of unfurled freedom
My only son is overseen by unknown guardians
Connected to a “correction” box
Computers controlling cell activity
The Machine monitors and measures his meals, movements, life
A buzzer beckons bars to open
Our hands reach out but only touch
The pane I see my boy beyond, pain of separation
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Hi Rob,
It's a old friend from Minnesota. I found you!!!! I just read your post here. Is everything okay with Stefan?
Hope all is well,
Rowdy Blessings,
Catherine Schoenherr
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