July 31, 2013

Engrayed: To My Daughter

by William Irving (author's profile)



This is but a poem
You are the world, my only daughter
I'm yet to know
Growin' up without me
Engrays the destination I'm livin'...
And you're rather, my love,
Your father has become a visible invisible
A voice without sound
A love yet to love you
As this barb and razor wire
Shackles more than my wrists.
I feel stolen—
Something taken yet to be returned
Like abduction thought to be missing
With its face upon a milk carton
A one and only photo, few care
To look at and look up, maybe
An enemy of the state.
Correctional departments conspire against
To segregate—hardens less softness
Except, when it comes to you,
My world, alienated to all
But your existence
And I
Struggle on lookin' to know you
Lookin' to know you
Daughter of mine,
When will us acquaint?

7:02 PM


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