"In Prisons Grasp"

​

In prison's grasp, cement wall where shadows cling my life on hold for have clipped my they wings. 

​

My daughter Renee  fair and with purposeful stride behind these gray walls is a bond they cannot divide.

​

Like a soaring wind, she rides her horse with the  best  our respect for each other outshines all the rest. 

​

Her laughter, her signature, like a seashore roar galloping thru pastures like a wave coming to shore.

​

Though prison walls may steal my sunlit days I remember her smile and the warmth she conveys.

​

Every stride that she takes on her trusty steed sounds like a symphony, a song, no bars can impede.

​

We are much alike my daughter and me and both of us waiting for me to be set free. 

​

Until that day arrives oh what a wonderful day, I will leave behind my past and be let out to play.

​

-Peter