Sending letters to incarcerated family members

I saw this poem on another site posted by another mom with a son in prison. I know this was never you because I have written to you hundreds of times and will never stop writing to you. But I know you have stood in line with inmates who never get a letter from home, the forgotten. Very sad. I was always the one who shout death penalty for child molesters and murderers, I was the one who would take joy to hear life. You do the crime, pay your time. After being a part of a group online with other moms, I can now say maybe laws on sentencing need to change, maybe the conditions in our prisons need to get better. Yes, if you commit a crime, you need to do the time but sometimes that time is harsh and not warranted. I think more should be done to rehabilitate instead of incarcerate. Felons are people too. Yes, some are cold blooded killers who have done some horrendous things causing others so much pain but one day long ago they were good little kids with moms, dads, families who went the wrong way. They are still some one else's

son or daughter. Making it through another long day, waiting on 6 PM at night, hoping to hear my name being called, praying this time it might. watching the man go down the list, my heart starts beating with fright. He calls them out one by one, but mine is no where in sight. He turns and leaves right out the door, and I find myself alone, staring out into the night and waiting on letters from home. Letters here and pictures there, wishing next time that it is me. Seeing the wives and kids of others sometimes makes me want to scream. I have to stop and pray to God, upon his shoulders I lean. They're just so busy with kids and jobs. And of course thers the house to clean. I know they'll get time to write and the letters will show the love we have is always there as I wait on letters from home. Another week has come and gone, and Sundays here again. Tomorrow starts the waiting game, gotta play if I'm gonna win. Finding ways to pass the time and keeping my mind from sin. Tired of chess and sick of TV, so now its just paper and pen.To write my thoughts to the ones I love and tell them so they know. They are always in my heart and prayers, as I wait on letters from home.