Letter's, To My Daughter Poem by James McLain

ter's, To My Daughter - Poem by Is It Poetry
Prison was like,
What should I say?
There are no lessons to be learned there.
Just animals without conscience or
a functional moral compass.

Dear Caroline,
To my one and only!
Not permitted to write how you feel
nor why it is, that thing's as they are.

My head always hurt's, it is throbbing,
and for all they have done,
my heart is stunned, unable to work as it should.

One calls you princess, I know her to, she is Toni.
There is as of now, know way for you to know
but again from her, you will be taken.

Her judgement is poor and I must take the steps
to protect you from him,
as she won't nor can't because the alcohol has robbed
her of reason, once promised.

Thirteen is to young to be an adult as your childhood
by they whom you think as your friends,
Verily thus, they are not.

Even now I still hear the screaming and yelling
you endured
even after so long I'd been gone.

She was only angry at her self
as it was I, who kept our business successful and
growing.
And since I left
like dust in one's hand once opened the wind does
then blow it away.


Death it is not
nor does it always appear
as a body
hung from a rope
dancing the dance that air
can't support.


My heart
can't accept such a death.

But
you can bet
that I'll go to my grave
without regrets
singing this unfinished song.


My fair daughter, good-hearted,
with eyes like mine.
Remember of this and remember you must
had they left me in prison -
you would not be here.

And from me, that one half of me,
a daughter of mine,
must always be meek, humble and kind.

And use all you know when growing older
to learn
from those mistakes made by all the other's.

D.C.F.
Played me against your mother and that one Judge
let them.