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ArtWork
by
Billy Ray Riggs
Cherokee
Indian/Black/German


Billy Ray Riggs # J-41800
5-EB-96
San Quentin State Prison
San Quentin, CA 94974
USA
On Death Row
What I am seeking is "Correspondence & Visits" for
the sake of friendship.
Someone who's sincere, and able to empathize with my adverse situation,
in terms
of moral support etc.
Historical literature, poetry, artwork, classical music, are just
some of the subjects
of my interest, and my willingness to learn more. I am not afraid
to share or
express my sensitivity and emotions. Will write to any female.
POPPA LOVE
Our Relationship
POPPA LOVE
It
seems like more and more people I meet have convenient or temporary
relationships.
Since I grew up in a home where strong commitment
existed between my parents, I find it
hard to understand couples who are ready to split
when storms arise. People who are raised
in broken homes or where marriage exists only as a convenience
or as long as it is self
serving must also have a difficult time comprehending "a
commitment that will last until the
grave". Many times, I talked with men who are seperating
from the spouse for whatever the
reason and a mental picture of Dr. love comes to
my mind. A few years after meeting this
gentleman I gave him the honorary Doctorate of love
degree because I didn't know his last
name. He needed a "handle" and a title of respect
since he taught me more than most of my
college professors at U.C.L.A.
It happened one evening after visiting a friend's father at the
hospital and as I passed the
nurse's station, one of my nurse friends whom I had
dated several times said, "Hey Pops,
take a minute and go down to room 106 and
just knock on the door", I said, "Just knock on
the door and that's it"? "Yeah, just knock on the door,
as she brushed back her beautiful long
hair, that's all you need to do". I was really suspicious
now, no names, no clue as to what I
was going to find. So I quizzed her once again. "Janny, don't
I need to know names and
details? What I am getting into"?
Her eypression was one of, I am not going to tell you again, just
do what I said! Without any
words I did an about face, and wondered had she been
bragging about my physical
endowment that I was blessed with a birth to her
girl friends who worked at the hospital? As
I walked down to 106 as instructed and knocked. Opening
the door was a distinguished
elderly gent with a fatherly smile and comforting eyes. He was
first to speak with the words;
"Come on in young man, my name is Festus and
this is my bride Marie", as he focused his
attention on a small bald head in the bed. She had
lost so much weight that her body only
caused the covers to rise a little and she looked
like a bald head in the bed. "And what is
your name son?" He asked. "Pops," I said. "Honey,
this is Pops who has come to see you."
Quietly, he said, "She doesn't look like much now, but she's
my baby, Pops, and here's our
family. This is our wedding picture, we've been married for over
sixty years, and this is a
picture of our first house. Wasn't she beautiful,
Pops?" "Yes sir, she's a beautiful girl, sir,"
I
said. "Are
you married Pops?" "Let me tell
you something, son. When you do get yourself a
girl, love your girl, she's a gift from God and you cannot love
her too much. Pamper her,
treasure her and give her love. Love only her and when you come
to this point in your life
you can look at your baby and honestly say, "It's just been
you and me baby." Then Pops,
you can be hat you have to be, you won't have to
hide a thing."
I looked around the hospital room as I tried to get my throat
back and I noticed that it wasn't
a hospital room at all; it was a room from their
home. The bed tray had a large doily on it and
one of those wind-up ticking clocks we used to see
so much. There was a braided rug on the
floor probably made by Marie, and the walls were covered
with pictures. If Marie would
have come out of the coma for an instant, she would have felt
the love of her home and her
husband. He had planned it that way. "Well,
Pops, thanks for coming by to see Marie and
me, and remember son, love your baby." He said
as he opened the door. "I will sir. I will."
I
said, using all the words I could make. Then walking
down the corridor I passed the nurses
station and saw my friend Janny with a big smile
on her face and her pretty lips whispering,
"I will see you tonight Pops." I winked and said, "I
will see you tonight sugar, and thanks."
Thanks for the experience of a life time. A lesson in fidelity
and commitment and a challenge
to a younger single man when ever he did find his
baby. I have never found my baby, and I
would love to find her before I leave this earth.
I do hope
that you like my story and will help
find my baby?
Your friend forever! Pops
© copyright by Billy Ray Riggs
Our Relationship
What you and I share is real and rare
It's a testimony proving how much we care;
And love one another with all our heart,
It will take an act of God for us to part.
When times are tough, we're by each others side
And together we've laughed, smiled and cried;
But most of all, we've loved through thick an thin,
To see this come to an end would be sin.
We can talk about whatever is on our mind
That, in relationships, is hard to find;
But we have it ours and it works so well,
Life without you is a living hell.
You gave me the chance to let you see
That there's still lots of love inside me;
How shall I say thanks? Here's what I'll do,
I'll heap all the benefits straight to you.
I will stimulate your soul with lots of T.L.C.
So that every time you smile, will be cause of me;
And the bond between us will always be strong,
Cause I would never ever do you wrong.
So, love of my life, take my hand and go
Where joy unrestrained does not freely flow;
And together we'll enjoy all there is to love,
It's all the things that dreams are made of.
© copyright by Billy Ray Riggs

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