The next day (I think), a guard came and brought me my clothes and told me to get dressed, as he stood there and watched. I was brought to a courthouse, for a bail hearing. All I could do was ask ‘Please let me go and see my daughter, please, please, please. And the judge did! Judge Cowart (I will always remember that man) let me go to the funeral home to see Joy, to her funeral, and after I was convicted he had me taken to the cemetery so I could say good bye to her.
I wrote the following poem for Joy and put it in her casket at her funeral:
We were so lucky God gave you to us,
You gave us your love, you gave us your trust.
With your golden blonde hair and eyes shining bright,
God made you so beautiful, so perfect, so right.
Now you are gone and I’m so full of grief,
Only 3 years old, your time here so brief.
But now you can see, you can laugh and can play,
And I promise you honey, I’ll be with you some day.
What love is, Joy was.
A day or two later after I had met with a shrink and started on I don’t know what kind of meds (What I was given, I took gratefully), I was given my clothes, taken to an elevator, and transferred up stairs to a ‘high profile’ cell block. When I was taken to the funeral home and to her funeral, upon return I was always put back in that strip cell downstairs for a day or two, leaving me naked and shivering on that narrow bench, not understanding how the world had tilted so badly.
I went on trial six months later.
The next day (I think), a guard came and brought me my clothes and told me to get dressed, as he stood there and watched. I was brought to a courthouse, for a bail hearing. All I could do was ask ‘Please let me go and see my daughter, please, please, please. And the judge did! Judge Cowart (I will always remember that man) let me go to the funeral home to see Joy, to her funeral, and after I was convicted he had me taken to the cemetery so I could say good bye to her.
I wrote the following poem for Joy and put it in her casket at her funeral:
We were so lucky God gave you to us,
You gave us your love, you gave us your trust.
With your golden blonde hair and eyes shining bright,
God made you so beautiful, so perfect, so right.
Now you are gone and I’m so full of grief,
Only 3 years old, your time here so brief.
But now you can see, you can laugh and can play,
And I promise you honey, I’ll be with you some day.
What love is, Joy was.
A day or two later after I had met with a shrink and started on I don’t know what kind of meds (What I was given, I took gratefully), I was given my clothes, taken to an elevator, and transferred up stairs to a ‘high profile’ cell block. When I was taken to the funeral home and to her funeral, upon return I was always put back in that strip cell downstairs for a day or two, leaving me naked and shivering on that narrow bench, not understanding how the world had tilted so badly.
I went on trial six months later.