Prison Poem

Jail Glass Between Mom And Son

Separated by a window of glass, they cannot touch, their chance has passed. They can only talk of what of have been and of the trouble he's already in.

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© William J. Ray

Published: Feb 2006

The Window

There you are
On the other side of the window
You look sad and scared
Wondering where your son is about to go

You tell me you miss me
And that you want me home
Then you smile
And tell me how much my little brother has grown

We catch up on lost times
As fast as we can
Because we both know
We'll probably never see each other again

You start crying
And I can see
That deep inside you're dying
You're blaming yourself
For not being the best mom
And I tell you
It was my choice to do wrong

It hurts me to see you blaming yourself
Because I know that deep inside
You wish you could help
Because you already have one son gone
And you're about to loose another one

The only thing you want right now
Are your two oldest children
Back with their little brother
And home with their loving mother

It's about time for you to go
We sit in silence
Wishing that we were on the same side of the window
That we could hug for one last time
Before I get sent away for my crime

You put your hand to the glass
And I start crying
I've hurt so many people and this is the last
Because it's not worth watching my whole life go
Behind the window

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  • by Kristen, Sumter South Carolina
  • 2/8/2014

My brother is in jail right now. He is 21 years old and this touched me, to no end. Thank you for this poem. It was amazing.

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  • by Ma Dukes
  • 1/23/2014

My Children are grown. My Daughters with Hubbies and Kids. I am in Jail at home. Jail. Because I wait and wait and my kids do not call. My Son. Done. in there.. waiting for so called friends. I know he's grown, but someone has to show some love. It will always be me.. his Dukes…

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  • by Grace
  • 1/7/2014

My son was locked up at the tender age of 16. It broke my heart to have to leave him. I was so afraid for him, I wished in my heart I could put him in my pocket and take him home. It never got easier, for three years I had to say good bye.
But then I said to myself, it's better he got judged by 12 then held by 6. He came home and he has never looked back. He is 26 now and graduated high school and is soon going to be a proud father of a baby boy. He did me proud, I made sure he knew he was loved and that he had potential to become a strong law abiding man.
And he did.

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  • by Becky, New York
  • May 2011

There are so many ways this poem has touched my heart and soul. My baby brother went to jail and he never was the same, a part of my heart died the day he left. I still cry after all these years and I wonder what could I have done to save his soul. I hope some day God gives me the answers so maybe I can find some closure.

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  • by Janet Hebert, Michigan
  • Feb 2011

I like your poem very much. Well written and very heart felt. I have a son who's in prison, and I can relate to the words in this poem. You have great talent. Please keep on writing. I would like to read more of your work. Thank you for sharing.

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