This poem and piece of artwork are taken from Discovery – Poetry And Art by Rick and Jan Sikes.
Prison was a lonely place to be during the holidays. Rick often told stories of depression and how there was an increased number of suicides around Christmas.
I chose this poem because, in a twisted way, it does have a happy ending.
Old Jim’s Christmas Parole
Rick Sikes
A story of morals, for Christmas telling
Of an old convict, who next to me, was celling.
One hell of a man, that old Jim,
We called him “Pops”, but all respected him.
He’d been in prison since I don’t know when,
Probably chained to a tree, while they built the pen.
No one sent him anything, so we gave what we could give.
He was old and sick and had sorta’ lost the will to live.
Christmas eve, he was restlessly walking,
I asked him to sit down and we started talking.
“Hell, son,” he said, “I’ve been down roads rough and tough,
Then, I went straight, hung it up – I’d had enough.
But, you know how it is when you’ve fallen before,
Get seen around a place where someone makes a score.
Well, that’s what happened to me this time,
I got railroaded right on down the line.
I’ve got something in my eye, no use lying, it’s a tear.
I ain’t heard from my wife or kids in many a year.
But, you know boy, I got a goin’ home feelin’ in my soul.
Don’t see how though, ain’t no chance in hell for parole.
Damnedest feeling I ever had, can’t understand,
Wishful thinking I reckon, of a foolish old man.
I guess you know, my home-folk passed on years ago.
It even seems if I was home, they’d be there I know,
Just like old times watching the children play.
Home is the sweetest place on earth on Christmas day.
That’s something you remember, now don’t forget,
I don’t see no way I could get home, but it may work out yet.
Best wishes to you boy, I’m tired, gotta go to bed.”
The next morning old Jim made it home, they found him dead.
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Beautiful poem and story, Jan.
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Thanks, John!
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🙂
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Thanks for sharing this, Jan. It’s everything I’ve come to expect from your stories, and the ones you choose to share. Hugs on the wing.
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Thank you, Teagan, for your awesome comment! Hugs back to you, my friend!
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Old Jim found the home he longed for in his heart. What a beautiful poem, and the artwork is phenomenal.
Hugs and blessings to you, Jan. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you, Mae, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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I think of my nephew, who has spent a couple Christmas holidays in his cell, far away from those who love him. If he is not paroled, he too, could end up as an “Old Jim” God Bless us, everyone
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I think about your nephew too, Annette. After all, it was him that connected you to me. I do wish the best for him. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment! Hugs!
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That’s beautiful Jan, thank you for sharing. It really must of been hard to be away from family during this time of year. I’m so glad Rick made it back to you and your girls. Your love story, I still hold close to my heart. Love you Jan. Merry Christmas, I know your very own guardian angel is watching over you everyday until you are back in each other’s arms for eternity.
Love you, Sweetie!
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Oh, Tonya, your comment brought tears to my eyes. Thank you SO much. I wish you and Rob a very Merry Christmas. Enjoy each other! Love you!
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Absolutely beautiful, Jan. It’s filled with the poignancy of life and captures the hopes of all during this beautiful season. Thank you for sharing it with all of us. ♥
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Thank you, dear Gwen. Your comment is appreciated! Hugs!
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