My Heart Is Heavy Poem by James McLain

My Heart Is Heavy) for my daughter(
Because unknowingly yours, you always had.
Daughter Fear is like a cluster of grapes,
hung too long in wait.
Young minds not knowing how or why,
a raisin gets it's name it's moment then of fame
by hanging neath the sun,
and then they move out side across, inside a box.
I fear the memory may be gone,
of all the fish we caught.
A pictures will not lie and child,
I fear each question,
you will ask and so I will not lie.