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A poem written by one of cell2celltalk's friends...really explains why we exist.

At the end of the line (by anonymous)

Each day I cling to my mobile phone,

In case you need to just call home,

I know how much it helps each day,

To know we’re just a call away.,

You’ll hear the voices of those who care,

If things are bad when you’re 'elsewhere',

Please stay in touch our special one,

We’ll be right here when you get home.

‘Till then we’ll count the seconds away,

Until the day you’re back here to stay,
‘Till you’ve paid your debt, done your time,

We’ll always be here at the end of the line.

We all know that when the prison is short staffed those inside spend more time in their cells...Here's a poem about what goes through the mind of a Prisoner waiting for association time and thinking about home and those he loves...

'Locked Down' 

The door bangs shut, keys lock us in;

                        All I own fits in two small boxes,

Count down hours ‘till association time;

          ‘Till I can call home and hear your voices

I’ll imagine I’m there in our front room;

                      Playing Fifa with our teenage son,

I’ll be Spurs and he’ll be Liverpool;

                  A Champions league cup to be won.

I think of times when I wasn’t inside,

                    When time flew by without a care,

I didn’t know how great my life was;

              Now time drags on and I am not there.

I’m sorry my love for what I’ve done;

                      I’ve made mistakes, I’ll pay the price,

I get out one day and I’ll make things right,

                    Make up for what you’ve sacrificed

But untill that day I’ll stare at the walls;

                    I’ll listen to my cell mates next big idea,

And I’ll plan a future for the outside;

                    To make sure I never have to come back here

This poem was inspired by a similar poem - Daddy's Gone by Alison Henderson

"Oh little one.."

Oh little one please come sit down,

I’ll tell you where your Daddy’s gone,

He’s done wrong, he’ll pay what’s due,

But soon he’ll come right back to you.

For now my child, he must serve time,

The price to pay for committing crime,

And though he now must go away,

We’re in his prayers every single day.

He’ll write, he’ll call and keep in touch,

We’ll miss him oh so very much,

But don’t forget, at the close of day,

He loves you more than words can say.

One day his time will all be done

And on that day he’ll come back home

Until he’s home you shouldn’t fret