AT FOURTEEN /or/ I MISS YOU

I just wrote this and can't describe it yet too much

at fourteen it's a big world
i was fourteen once myself
when you are fourteen it's a big number
i have a daughter who is fourteen now 
at twenty-one there is a new freedom
i was twenty-one once myself
you don't know freedom after twenty-one years in prison
i have a daughter who is twenty-one now
at fourteen your world is small
i was fourteen once myself
when i was fourteen 
thirty-five seemed a lifetime away 
i'm fifty-three this year
i have a daughter who is twenty-one 
she is getting married this year
she is still my baby
you were fourteen when you went to prison
i have a daughter who is fourteen
she is still my baby
you were in prison for twenty-one years
when i was thirty-five 
twenty-one years seem a lifetime away
it is still three years away
you were fourteen when you went to prison
you were in prison twenty-one years
you were thirty-five when you died
i never visited you in prison
you were in prison twenty-one years
i never visited you while you were in prison
you were fourteen when you went to prison
i never visited you while you were in prison
i never knew you Erika Rocha 
until today when i heard that you died in prison
you were in prison twenty-one years Erika Rocha 
i never visited you while you were in prison
i miss you Erika Rocha 
i have a daughter who is fourteen now

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