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In Memory Of Joy Sims

Updated on March 21, 2012

You don’t know Joy
Neither do I
She’s only twelve years old
She has impacted a lot of peoples lives

She's a normal girl
Full of life
She has lots of friends
She's popular

Joy has two sisters
And a mom and dad
Just a family
They go to church
Her parents both have jobs
The economy made that necessary

But something happened
Halloween was cancelled
People who used to leave their doors unlocked stopped doing that
People who believed in the sanctity of their homes stopped thinking like that
A sleepy college town became part of the real world

You see
They were murdered
And her parents
Her sisters weren’t home
But they came home to that
And they are scarred
And the murderer was never found

The sheriff said
"But I can see Joy's eyes as clear today as I sit here talking to you."

It happened in 1966
I was eight
And I remember
Because I lived in that town
I was there that night
We read about it
I was scared
But I had forgotten
Until last night when I was reminded

Now I weep for Joy
I want to live a dream for her
But I don’t know what she wants
Maybe it's just to walk with her Daddy by Lake Ella
Just once more

I want to go back in time
I want to be there when the murderer arrived
And I want to stop him
I want to be there with a shotgun
And blow him away
Maybe you think this is getting too intense
Well it was for Joy
And I’m man enough to do it
I want to kill this man
And I am not sorry that I think this way

I love you Joy
And I’m glad I was reminded
Because a little girl should not be forgotten
Just because time has


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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Angela - Thank you for your comment. I have two children so this story along with the fact that I lived in Tallahassee kind of ignited the emotions inside of me. Frankly it makes me sick...

      @Vincent - Thank you my friend. I will hug them as I did yesterday and will tomorrow. You can bet on that. It seems the story you mentioned was an example of other horrible crimes that occured when I was young. We became afraid of Halloween because of sick minds poisoning candy. We used to get homemade caramel apples and other treats but that went out the window because of the psychotic behavior of a few people. Nothing makes me angrier than to hear about a child being abused or worse...

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      Vincent Moore 6 years ago

      This story reminds me of a little girl who was kidnapped and then murdered by her captor, I to was just a boy as she was just a little girl who innocently accepted some candy from a person who disappeared with her. Her family was devastated, it was in our local paper and everyone knew the family.

      It was the only child they had, she was such a pretty girl and now she's in heaven with the angels. I to would pull the trigger on cold blooded killers without hesitation. If that makes me a criminal then so be it. Rabid animals who prey on others, need to be put down for good.

      This man was found, arrested and put away for life. I don't know whatever happened to him if he died in prison or served his 25 yrs and released. I feel your pain brother. Thanks for sharing and getting it off your chest. Now take a deep breath and go hug your children and tell them you LOVE them.

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      Angela Blair 6 years ago from Central Texas

      Exceptionally moving -- and important. So often, with time, we forget. I felt your passion for Joy's memory to live on and her murderer to pay for what he/she did. These are things that remind us sorely of man's inhumanity to man (or child) and can understand the need to write them down (we'll never sort them out). Excellent work, SB -- thank you. Best/Sis

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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Marcy - Thank you for commenting. Sometimes things just get to me. I was on FB reading about Tallahassee, Florida where I grew up. Someone mentioned this murder so I googled it. It made me upset because as I said in the piece, "I was there." I was a child but this kind of news really impacts you. Anyway it's important to me for some reason so I wanted to write about it. I appreciate your understanding of the need to talk about things like this.

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      Marcy Goodfleisch 6 years ago from Planet Earth

      This is very powerful and touching. I can well imagine the huge impact this tragedy had on you as a young boy. I recall a murder in my hometown that was never solved, and the things I read about the loving nature of the victim. To this day, I wish I had a way to find out who did it.

      Hold to your goal - your poem ensures Joy still lives through her memory. Thanks for this very moving hub. Voted up and awesome.