My babygirl is my pese.
have been inside longer than I have been with her but she never fails to sing to me every time I call.
'Daddy', she says
"What song do I sing you today?' and I always say
"One from your heart my baby' and she laughs and says
"My heart and my mouth silly Daddy'
Then she sings me the sweetest songs.
Ones my Mother sung me and sings her while I am here locked away from them.
Her pese is what carries me in the hope that when I get out I will hear that sweet voice all the time and be the Father for her that she deserves.
- a brother incarcerated.