Regrets

By Harry Carmona

I sit here behind these prison walls

Away from my family because I broke society laws

Thinking of my family I left back home

And of all the struggles they face, trying to make it alone

My little girl walks to school lonely and sad

Wondering why she can’t be like the other kids

Being dropped off by dad

And when the other kids talk of their daddies

What can my little girl tell?

Does she make up a lie, or does she say

He’s in jail

When she comes home from school, my wife

Asks her

“How was your day?”

“I just want my daddy home again”

is all she can say.

I call her often, we talk on the phone,

She always asks me,

“Daddy, are you ever going to come home?”

I hold back the tears, as best I can

I tell her not to worry; we’ll all be together soon

Again

Walking back to my cell, alone and sad

I find myself thinking, “If only I had been a better dad”

I get down on my knees, asking the good Lord above

“Please watch over my babies, and wrap all of them in your arms of love”

Lord please forgive me for all my sins

And give me one more chance

To be a daddy again

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