Anthony Bond's Poetry

  • "Loving A Convict"

    Loving a convict is hard they say

    Even when its your son its a tough price to pay…

     

    As you think of all the words left untold

    Leaving only pictures with memories to hold…

     

    Countless times he whispers he loves you

    Leaving the wind to carry back the message – you love him too…

     

    Looking into space wondering if his family will wait

    He gets off his knees knowing he can’t change his fate…

     

    It would be much easier to let them go

    Only he can’t cause he needs them so…

     

    He can no longer cry so his soul sheds his tears

    His constant company are his hopes, dreams, and fears…

     

    So if you love him and miss him tell him so

    Write it down so he’ll always know…

     

    I’m looking in the mirror can you see

    The man I’m speaking of is me…