The picture above symbolizes my twins, Tristan and Nikita Guidry
August 9th, 2005 Shooting Survivors
The flag symbolizes that even as small as they are, no matter how innocent
They deserve to be protected by our governement, they have rights too!
I love you, my precious gifts of God!
Love, Your Mommy

This poem is Dedicated to Tristan Guidry,
my three year old son who was shot by his
father on August 9, 2005 in Pocahontas, Iowa.


ODE TO MY DADDY FROM YOUR LITTLE BABY BOY, TRISTAN W GUIDRY


My right eye is blind
My left eye has gone bad and it's now hard to see my family
I felt the bullet slam through my tiny head
Daddy's shotgun is still hot and smokin
My tears are falling quickly on my innocent cheeks
My confusion and fear is very real to me
I scream at the top of my lungs
Mommy.....It hurts so bad....Mommmmy
My Mommy's trying to save me
Daddy's trying to kill me
Daddy...I am sorry, I did not mean to be so bad
Mommy, HELP ME!, please Mommy kiss the pain away...
I hear Mommy, she's saying..."Hold on Tristan,
Hold on My big boy, please God, help save my baby boy!"
Why is Daddy saying "I hope he dies!"
Mommmmyyy......Help....Me....It's getting dark Mommy......Help me Mommy
I'm....so.....very....cold....Mommy
It's getting darker now, I feel at peace now, I can sleep now
Wait!, I hear Mommy screaming from a distance
"Tristan, I Love You Baby!, Please don't leave me!,
Come Back to Mommy Tristan!
and I hear my twin sister, Niki calling to me in my head
"Trissy, don't leave me here alone, Please Tristan, Wake up!, don't die Tristan!
There is a sudden really bad pain in my little foot, it makes me wake up
oooooohhhhhh, the pain is so bad in my head, hand and now my foot!
Mommy, why did you hurt my little foot?
Why did you make me wake up?
What is wrong with my hand, and head Mommy?
What is this red sticky stuff all over me? It makes me so weak.......so....tired
Where is my eye Mommy?!!!
Mommy is wiping my face ever so gently but, I can't see where....
She is telling me I am such a big boy and that help will be here soon
Daddy is screaming at Mommy again, She is crying and is so scared
It is ok Mommy, I will be ok Mommy
You see Mommy, there is a wonderful man here beside me
he has ouchies on his hands too and on his head too like me
Can you see him Mommy?
He says we are going to be ok because he loves us...
He says his name is Jesus and that I am special to him..
What is going on? Mommy, why can't you hold me?
Why won't you let me sleep mommy?
I am soooo tired Mommy....
I feel warm, sticky stuff flowing down my cheek and out of my hand
What is that stuff, it scares me mommy
As I close my eye to sleep and to that warm peace, I hear Mommy's loving voice
Mommy is so scared now....
She is crying "Baby, I'm not gonna let you go" and she's pinching my foot again
I slowly open my eyes, I'm too weak to even cry now
Noooooo! Who are you? Where is my Mommy? Get away from me!
I want my mommy!!!!!
Why are you putting me in this big and loud car? I want my Mommy Now!
OWWWWWWW! What are you doing to my hand? Why did you put a tube in my hand?
It hurts so bad!
Leave me alone please, I just want my mommy!
I am too tired, Jesus....I can't fight it anymore....they took my mommy away from me....
I close my eyes and I feel Jesus holding my little hand, it doesn't hurt when he holds it
"Tristan, wake up baby, Mommy's here baby, mommy's here...."
Now, Jesus is talking to me..."Go to your Mommy, son, it is ok now...
I will be with you always, I will never leave your side...
I cry a weak cry to let mommy know i am in here in the darkness
I am so scared Mommy. Why did Daddy shoot me ?
All I ever wanted was Daddy's love......
This is my last thought as my little brain, what is now left of it, shuts down
Into a coma, I now enter for the next 32 days...
I am unable to see, unable to eat, unable to speak
yet, i am able to hear my mommy's loving voice comforting me
I hear mommy praying to Jesus and God to let me live, willing to give up her own soul for mine
Willing to die, so i can live, she is crying so hard
I want so badly to tell my Mommy not to cry
I am here Mommy, God sent my big Sissy from heaven down to be with me
Great-Grandaddy came from Heaven too...He is here with me too....
Jesus sent them to help me.......Survive this terrible trauma
My daddy has forced me to endure......
Why.......Daddy......Why?

BELOW YOU WILL FIND THE NAMES OF ALL OF THE POETRY
THAT I HAVE ON MY SITE
JUST CLICK ON THE NAME OF THE POEM BELOW
THANK YOU, HOLLY


You Raise Me Up
Why Do we Stay with a Domestic Violent Abuser?
Tristan's Nightmares at Night
Ode to My Daddy, from Tristan
I am now Looking toward a Brighter day
My Recurring Nightmare ~ Holly's
My True Life Nightmare ~ August 9, 2005
The Loss of the Friend you never knew~coming soon
Don't Worry Baby, Mommy's Strong Enough Now~Coming Soon
Nikita J Guidry I, Died 12-16-01,
Victim of Domestic Violence- Holly's Unborn daughter~Coming Soon

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