Donna Nimmo

My Aunt's Murder - Poem by Donna Nimmo

She was a gentle elderly lady
Who was always helping everyone, not shady
She tended to the sick and gave to the poor
She loved all so much, she was so pure
She had a cat, she loved so much
That was always in her lap, in her clutch
She left the garage door, cracked opened each day
She never worried about being another's prey
One day on the couch, she sat reading a book
When in her garage door entered a crook
She screamed and she cried, 'What are you doing here? '
He grabbed her by the throat and she was in great fear
He stayed and tortured her for so many hours
She was so overcome by his strenght and powers
I feel great sorrow as I write this story
Her murder was mother's day, much to his glory
I was at her trial, November of last year
And since her death, I've shed many a tear
He sat there glaring at us so proud
The picture's we saw, shouldn't have been allowed
I felt rage and grief and stared back at him
I hoped his outcome would be real grim
He said he was guilty when the judge asked how he pled
It took four days for the verdict to be read
I held my breath, while I awaited the sentence
I knew death should have been his pentence
The jury, they couldn't come to decision
The judge decided it would be life in prison
In Texas, that's not a long sentence to pay
You can get out in forty years, not another day
It was capitol murder and he should have got death
I will see he stay's in prison, till I take my last breath
The picture's that they showed, are etched in my mind
This animal shouldn't live among mankind
She is in heaven now, living with my mother
At least once more, they have one another!

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Man arrested in death of woman whose throat cut

A man charged early today in the savage slashing death of an elderly woman in her southwest Houston townhome apparently did not know his victim, detectives said.

Cedrick Bernard Carraway,20, of the 15200 block of Grayridge, was booked in the county jail on a charge of capital murder, records show. He is accused of stabbing to death Lois M. Hunter,69, while robbing her Sunday.

Hunter's throat was cut so severely that she was almost decapitated, said Harris County Sheriff's Lt. Danny Billingsley. She also was stabbed numerous times on her torso, Billingsley said.

Detectives are not sure how Carraway got inside Hunter's townhome in the 2900 block of Meadow Grass Lane, but suspect he might have gone in when the woman stepped out to get her newspaper Sunday.

There is no evidence to suggest Hunter was sexually assaulted, but the violence she suffered was vicious, detectives said.

'Just the brutality of it suggests a lot of anger for some reason, ' Billingsley said. 'There's no indication he knew her at all.'

This was my Aunts murder!

Comments about My Aunt's Murder by Donna Nimmo

  • (2/15/2007 10:48:00 AM)

    Wow, thats a sad poem. I sure hope that crook rots in that prison! Keep up the good work!

    -Jayce McCormick
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  • (6/26/2006 10:50:00 AM)

    What a truly touching poem. Very sad that you and your family had to endure that. Here's to Victims Rights everywhere! !
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  • (12/16/2005 5:42:00 AM)

    i am soo sorry for your loss.
    thankyou for sharing.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, January 7, 2013

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