Skip to main content

Moma you loved me from the start.

I never noticed negligence in your heart.

What you taught me, I only understand.

You survived raising a boy to a man.

Reminiscing about the love we shared.

Despite my troubled life, you still cared.

You held me in your embracing arms.

Teaching me with motherly charms.

I miss you so much I cannot explain.

Reliving those moments helps one maintain.

Your positive, protective, points of view.

A mother’s love for her son is nothing new.

From sunrise to your sunset, and all I do.

The love in my heart is forever for you.

📬

These stories arrive by mail.

Every month, a physical envelope arrives at your door, postmarked from San Quentin Village, California. Inside, you will find original artwork, writing, and recipes from real contributors, along with a personal letter from me, Diane Kahn, founder of Humans of San Quentin, about the people who made them. You read it. You keep it.

Every piece comes from someone serving a sentence. Every piece reminds you they are so much more than that.

📬 Join the Mail Club

Leave a Reply

Receive more inspiring stories and news from incarcerated people around the world.