Prison Poem

Poem About 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 has been and of the trouble he's already in.

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The Window

Published by Family Friend Poems May 2006 with permission of the Author.

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 lose 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 Selena Morgan
3 years ago

I know how that feeling feels with y'all's son locked up, I also have a son who is waiting for his sentencing at this moment. He has been in county jail going on 5 years waiting for his hearing of sentencing. He is still facing up to 15 years. I hadn't been in my son's life for over 15 years due to my addiction and the breakup of my marriage. I carried this guilt for a long time not being there for my kids. One day I knew I would be reunited with my kids. Well, that day came, and it was a blessing to have my son back in my life. I didn't know how hard it was going to be when we finally met up. It was a hard, rocky road for us, for my son was a broken young man. He was in a boot camp for 2 years where they abused him in every way they could. So I was dealing with a young boy with all this angry rage and a very emotional broken young man. He was mad at the world for what happened to him at this camp and there was not a thing I could but try to be there for him.

by Leyda
3 years ago

I am in tears as I read this poem. My son is awaiting his sentence. I lost my sweet boy, due to his pain. I know I did nothing wrong. His stepdad went above and beyond for him, and that wasn't enough. All he really wanted was his biological dad to care. He tried so hard to get his attention and nothing ever worked. He met the wrong people that promised him the world, and now at 18 years of age awaiting a trail that will sentence him. I fear for the worst, even though I know our mighty God has control. It breaks me not being able to hug him, or even give him a kiss. All I can really say is take care not knowing what he has to face. I feel so helpless. I wish there was more I could do.

by Ronda G
6 years ago

What a beautiful poem. My son, Alex, just got sentences to 21 years in prison. I blame myself every day, wondering what I did wrong and how I could have prevented this. I wish I could turn back the clock. I would hug him more often. Don’t know when the next time will be that I’ll be able to hold him in my arms. I just want my son back home. He’s so far away. Oh, how I wish I could see his face at my door.

by Janie Brady
6 years ago

Rhonda, your post touched my heart. Every word you have spoken, so have I. I blame myself every day, wondering what I did wrong and how I could have prevented this. I've wished to turn back time. May God bless you and your son. My son will be starting his journey...once again. The system sentenced him to 40 years. His attorney is working a plea bargain. My heart is so heavy, full of pain, anger, and guilt. I was supposed to protect my son. Why my child (son)? He just turned 31. God be with us and our sons, amen.

by Teresa Arellano
7 years ago

My 18 year old son is in jail for punching me & pulling a fire alarm. All I wanted to do for him was get him into a drug rehab. I wanted my son to move to Austin with me, but he choose to live with his father, which he got into heavy drugs. I cry and pray for God to help him overcome his drug problem, I love & miss my son so much. It's been really hard for me. I want to go see him in jail in San Antonio. It's hard. I don't want to see my son in jail. He blames me for everything that happens to him.

by Evie Louise Craig
8 years ago

Wow! What an amazing touching poem!! My son is in prison, it hurts everyday, this poem really is reflective of the real pain family members feel all the time. My fave poem on here!

by Christina Phillips
8 years ago

Not everyone knows the pain and the hurt to have to see your own child behind a glass window for only 15 minutes then walk away without being able to hug one another. This poem has touched me it's the truth.

by Mary
8 years ago

Today, I'm feeling so sad not having my son at the dinner table..he is in jail...didn't do anything bad but the judge gave him 15 months...he is a heroin addict.... I close my eyes at night and his face is embedded in my brain...I miss him...I miss his laughter and I miss his smile..I have gone to see him and I want to hug him, touch his hand, I hold back my tears...until I get in my car and let it all out...no one understands why I'm sad each day, because I miss my baby boy ...

by Middleburg, Pa
10 years ago

My son is in jail and it was so hard to watch him go. He was sent to a State Penitentiary on a technical probation violation - NOT for breaking a law. He is a very gentle person and fully employed until this happened. This poem is very beautiful and the author captured exactly the feelings I have had sitting across from him. Praying for the day he is paroled; hopefully soon. If you have no money the DOC system eats you alive. And I have been doing time on the outside ever since.

by Abdullah Cogo
9 years ago

This hit me really hard because I'm on bail now and might be taken away from my loved ones. No one understands. I keep it all built up inside of me. I cry myself to sleep or just don't sleep at all. I Hope one day that all of us kids can grow up and stop these crimes and actions. We should care for our loved ones more.

by Kristen, Sumter South Carolina
10 years ago

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.

by Brittney, Georgia
9 years ago

This hit me hard. My brother is in jail and is only 20. It has deeply affected me.

by Ma Dukes
10 years ago

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...

by Grace Donner
10 years ago

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.

by BECKY C LONG, New York
13 years ago

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.

by Janet Hebert, Michigan
13 years ago

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.