(A poem from my incarcerated father about me coming to visit him.)
Once I saw a young man’s face
He came to see me in this place.
He had many questions in his heart
So we began at the start.
Why did I walk away?
Why did I not stay to watch him grow and play?
Life is funny I’ve come to see.
My son came to prison to visit me.
When he left it broke my heart
I knew it would right from the start.
Some things are better left alone, I know that now that he is gone.
I know I’ll probably never see him again.
I hope in my soul, I’ve made some amends.
Though we’ll never be the best of friends
I’ll love you my son, til the very end.
By Pendarvis L. Harshaw
For Pendarvis L.A. Harshaw