I Haven't Cried Since My Daughter Was Born Poem by James McLain

I haven't cried since my daughter was born
Yesterday I did.
The crest of a wave, bourn of despair, far
Far away from the sea.

I sat surrounded by two as I cried,
Ashamed.
What they saw as I cried who can guess?

Do men cry led away as they walk their
Last walk what is brave.
On the bench where I sat outside of the court room,
Here were twenty people.
Picked as jurors different as night from day.
Nothing to do with me.

To my case worker where they could hear I said,
Beyond a reasonable doubt to him I said.
Bring a pad and right this down, never be afraid
To ask questions.
If at any point in the trial something's said that
Sticks in your mind or stands out.
Even if but for a second right down the time the doubt came.

My voice carries all heard some will be dismissed,
My public defender came and we both left.
It was inside Dr. Poor man's office when by she I was
Asked certain questions.
She asked that one perceptive question to it I replied.

My daughter is in foster care for the third time since
Last July.
Her mother is?
She will be forteen on the sixteenth of this month.
I opologized to Dr.Poorman and Matthew my case worker,
Ashamed as a man that I cried.
With no where around I could hide as a man when I cried.