Those Steel Cells
March 24, 2007
By Rose Marie Rideout
I'm looking at you darling,
You seem so very far away.
I can't reach out my arms,
To touch you dear today.
The hours seem so long here,
I can't wait to be set free.
To be there loving you,
With you here loving me.
No more will I feel lonely,
The coldness without you near.
The punishments so cruel,
As if no one really feels fear.
I look at those three walls daily,
Holding on to the rest of my life.
Praying for that freedom day,
I'll have you again as my wife.
I'm following the rules intensely,
Until once more I'm a free man.
From behind these steel bars,
Doing the best love that I can.
Those cells are cold and lonely,
How I pray to God above,
To accept my appology
And protect me with His love.
Twenty years will go by quickly,
I'll keep faith in you and me,
When I'm free from those steel cells,
Where once more I'll be set free.
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My first caregiver, Maria, a very enterprising and helpful plastic surgeon from Ecuador, had a husband who was doing plastic surgeries in homes in Los Angeles. An alcoholic woman had him do liposuction on her arms in her home. When she started bleeding and called him, he didn't answer.
She bled to death in front of her 15 year-old daughter. LA threw the book at him, and he served a mandatory 20 years 1997-2017. He should've served a lesser sentence for manslaughter, not murder. He was immediately deported when released. Their son became a lawyer in Houston and their daughter has a PhD in foreign relations. Maria is a retired MD researcher in dermatology from the University of Texas Medical Center in Houston. She suffered greatly for his ill fated mistake.
Ron