Letter's, To My Daughter

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.