Son, I got caught behind these cold bars.

I don’t know for how long,

Hitting the countdown daily

Held by these iron shackles,

My heart bleeds from the distance

Still In my heart, I hold you close.

It is going to take time to right my wrongs

And even more time for my love for you to change.

The walls are thick

But thoughts of you keep me alive,

Memories of us run wild in my head

From the first time I held you

To the last time I hugged you

I wish I could shield you from this world

But I hope my love will guide you

In every step, every dream

And truly,

I would give up all

To hold you once more

To hear you laugh

To see you grow.

My son, I am sorry for the pain I caused

I know you are too young for this pain.

However long it may be

Let our love flourish, son

Let it grow stronger

Than these prison walls that hold me.

Remember I’m still your father

And you are the light

That will guide me out of this darkness.

BY ATUHAIRE KAREN