No cards or letters from my family,
No ‘I love you’s’ that I can read.
Alone, with only memories,
As I sit in my cell #10.
I waited all week for something,
In the end all hope was taken.
I wasn’t even in their thoughts,
In all things I was forsaken.
Too busy to send a simple thought,
If even a thought was there.
It’s as if I never existed,
No room in their lives to care.
Going to sleep with a heavy heart,
Pain that even time can’t fade.
Wishing only to be remembered,
They gift they never gave…
Come March 21st, 2013, it’ll be all over.
Mr. Michael D. Gonzales #999174
Texas Death Row
3872 F.M. 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351