Some of you will understand the irony of this poem. It crept into my mind in the middle of the night. I had to get up and write it down, so my brain would allow me to go back to sleep. Five months later my own son would be wrongfully convicted of Capital Murder. It took fifteen years of fighting, but he is finally free.

MY DADDY

Mommy please don’t look so sad
it’s not really all that bad
My daddy they won’t take away
they know we need him here each day
A letter to God, I wrote post haste
I said, we have no time to waste
You see they say my dad did wrong
A long, long time he will be gone
I know my dad is not that way
he’d never do the things they say
Mommy please make them understand
my daddy, he’s really a good man
She said, Sweetheart it’s out of my hands
We must pray a miracle, God sends
For nothing else will stop the fate
that’s been handed down this date
She says they chose some people who
will decide just what to do
A panel made up of his peers
they won’t understand she fears
She don’t know what they’ll decide
I told her, “mommy please don’t cry”
God will take care of it you’ll see
he’ll bring my daddy back to me.

Written/Copyrights Retained by: O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia
9-14-99

Author’s note: For every father wrongfully convicted, there is a child or children left behind to wonder, and suffer the consequences. On average ten years will be wasted away, while the innocent moves mountains [and with a little luck, gets a good attorney] to prove his innocence.
Some of you will understand the irony of this poem. It crept into my mind in the middle of the night. I had to get up and write it down, so my brain would allow me to go back to sleep. Five months later my own son would be wrongfully convicted of Capital Murder. It took fifteen years of fighting, but he is finally free. MY DADDY Mommy please don’t look so sad it’s not really all that bad My daddy they won’t take away they know we need him here each day A letter to God, I wrote post haste I said, we have no time to waste You see they say my dad did wrong A long, long time he will be gone I know my dad is not that way he’d never do the things they say Mommy please make them understand my daddy, he’s really a good man She said, Sweetheart it’s out of my hands We must pray a miracle, God sends For nothing else will stop the fate that’s been handed down this date She says they chose some people who will decide just what to do A panel made up of his peers they won’t understand she fears She don’t know what they’ll decide I told her, “mommy please don’t cry” God will take care of it you’ll see he’ll bring my daddy back to me. Written/Copyrights Retained by: O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia 9-14-99 Author’s note: For every father wrongfully convicted, there is a child or children left behind to wonder, and suffer the consequences. On average ten years will be wasted away, while the innocent moves mountains [and with a little luck, gets a good attorney] to prove his innocence.
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