Daddy, you're in jail so far, far away,
and it hurts me almost every day.
I knew when I was there
it was coming to an end.
I knew I should have done something
right there and then.
Daddy, you're in jail so far, far away;
you can't even be a part of my life today.
As I go through boyfriends and do other things
you won't be there to call
when me and my mom are
yelling names, cussing at each other,
and she's putting me to shame because
I did some of those bad teenage things.
Daddy, you're in jail so far, far away.
I wonder, when you get out,
will things be the same?
Will you be the dad that I know or
will you be someone else 'cause
jail changed your soul?
I don't understand the reason for this -
going to prison for drugs when in
there it's a bigger mess.
It's like taking a drunk to a bar
and expecting him to sober up
when you know he's just
gonna get more messed up.
Daddy, you're in jail so far, far away.
When you get out I guess I will see
the answers to the question I have today,
but for right now I will just continue to pray
and hope for the best until that day.
I still love you and will write you too.
Please don't forget about me because
I will always care and miss you.
Daddy, you're in jail so far, far away
while I sit here, tears running down my face,
hoping everything will fall into place.
I will never forget the time we had
and try to be brave and not be sad.
Daddy, I know it's hard and you got a lot on your plate,
but remember there's people willing to wait
for you to turn straight.
Daddy, you're in jail so far, far away.
You've got 3 kids and parents too
that haven't given up on you.
You got a second chance to make it right,
so continue the fight of the battle; you've got
to make it back to the ones you love!
Poem About Daughter Missing Dad In Jail
The last time I saw my dad was July 23, 2015. My dad is currently in jail right now. My dad was in jail for eight years before. He got out when I was in second grade. The reason he went to...
Daddy, You're In Jail
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2006 with permission of the Author.
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As a kid growing up, I know your hurt. I'm 14 now and my dad hasn't been there for me growing up. He always gave me hope saying he would come home, but he never did and still hasn't. He calls me his little princess too, and I remember writing to him, calling him my king. I get the pain you feel and it's awful, but we just have to keep hope that they will be home sooner than later.