-First Sip of Coffee- "108 words"
Incarceration at times seems to be the only life I know. Few experienced that I could even recall...
Now looking out my prison window realizing that I been here since the beginning of time and may leave this place when my hairs gray or my heart no longer beats.
Then the aroma hits my nostrils. As I smell and close my eyes then taste remembering my first coffee experience.
Looking at the lovely face of Mom. Asking for a sip, she say no... but persistent with kind words - she smiles, knowing then I'll have my first sip.
A loving memory of freedom. Looking forward to tomorrows first sip
By: Kenneth L. Zamarron
Child Lifer Zamarron Worst Person Worst Writer Worst Artist
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