glass and bars

glass and bars

i watched my daddy
through prison glass
he always looked the same

except when his beard turned gray
and when he lost his eye
we never talked about it

he wrote me letters all the time
i have them in a box
i don't read them much anymore

be a good girl now
he'd say it every time
i always said i would

the letters stopped one day
and we got a call
daddy suffered a fall

a good girl is what i am
i finished college too
but he never knew how good

he changed that day
when he left this world
no one knows how he fell

i watch the daddies everyday
through prison bars
i remind them of the little ones

daddies stay away from glass and bars
that keep you from the little ones
not all wind up good girls and boys

© 2014 ajwrites57
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