THE BOLTON STORY
A friend just shared her story with me,
She’s live in hell, now I can see !
At just thirteen years old, her mum signed her away,
As a wife, with this man, she had to stay,
By fourteen years old, she’d become a mum,
A juvenile child, she now had a son.
This man of nineteen became her keeper,
He beat her, he chased her, became her seeker,
By fifteen years old, she was mother of two,
Being beaten regularly, what could she do ?
At last, one day, her chance came to run,
Maybe her life, could now include fun,
She had to leave her children with him!
Had she committed, a deadly sin ?
But she returned to collect her boys,
Made him realise, they weren’t his toys,
He could no longer, beat up their mum,
She drove away, with him on the run.
She grew up as a child,in a home full of hate,
A safe Happy future, she could not contemplate.
Her father was violent, her mother was too,
Now! she’s trying to tell her story, to me and you!
Fifteen years old, with two little boys,
Removed from their father, they are not toys.
She’s out on her own, struggling to care,
Can she trust someone to help ? she wouldn’t dare,
She cared for her children, she did her best,
But with the rest of her story, I dare not jest,
Her parents had split, and gone their own way,
With neither if them, was there room to stay!
So on her grandparents doorstep, she landed one day,
They took them all in, and let them stay,
For Tomijo it was hard,two children on her own,
Some fun in her life, was a no go zone.
So early one evening, with everyone asleep,
The dream in her heart, she dared to keep.
She sneaked out of the house, ran to the fair,
Met some good people, they let her stay there.
But she missed both her children,grandparents and friends,
If she returned, could the fences, she mend ?
She left early one morning, to make her way back,
The pain and confusion, putting her on track.
She returned for her children, knew they were well,
But! Jimmy was there, He beat her to hell!
She thought she would DIE, as he threw his punch,
With blood on her face, to run was her hunch.
She drove to her mothers, the sheriff was called,
Her face a mess, looked like, she’d been mauled.
To hospital they took her, thirty six stitches she had,
Her husband arrested, he had been really bad.
To prison he was sent, BUT! he just got three years,
Herself and her children, left living with fears.
In time she moved on, she met someone new,
What did the future hold ? she hadn’t a clue.
This man was real kind, looked after them well,
She hoped and she prayed, he’d stay with her and tell.
The story of her childhood, so full of abuse,
She had to tell it, SAY QUIET ! she refused.
She began to write her story, let everyone hear,
The tales of her childhood, NOT HELD SO DEAR!
The settled together, had a child of their own,
She finally knew, she was no longer alone.
The next part of this story is so hard to tell,
I have pain in my heart, cause she lived it as well,
She had a younger brother, Jason was his name,
From August 20th, ’91, her life was not the same,
Her little brother went out that night,
At three a.m., she got such a fright,
A telephone call saying he was dead!
He should have been home, tucked up in bed.
He had gone to a party, then there was a fight!
Somehow involved, he finished up dead, that night!
The Coroners papers, say he was hit by a car,
But ! I’ve seen the pictures, can tell, it’s not true by far.
The injuries showing, are no way by mistake,
The police and Coroner, another look they should take.
If your hit by a car, you get knocked to the ground,
They say he was, lying asleep, when he was found.
Injuries HORRIFIC, It’s MURDER for sure,
But, witnesses silent, to solve this no cure.
But! Tomijo is still fighting, to find out what went on!
She will not give up, wants to know why he’s gone ?
The party had been full, of drinking and drugs,
The adults there pushing, on children, the thugs!
But! the police don’t want to know, these things,
Tomijo’s family NO LONGER SINGS.
The Coroner and Police, say who drove the car,
But! NO arrests have been made so far.
This terrible tragedy, happened August Ninety One,
But!His injuries inconsistent, we say ” HOW COME”?
I’ve seen pictures, at the scene of the crime,
A trustled up body, covered in grime.
The blood at the scene, too much to bear,
When he died, His family weren’t there.
The injuries sustained, over the top,
A young boys testicles, DON’T go pop.
Mutilated genitals, left in the road,
Parts of this story left untold.
Stab wound, to the right side of his chest,
Two skull fractures, not the best.
Yet still they say, an accident at best,
Fourteen years on, still no arrest?
No witnesses questioned, NO charges brought,
For this poor family, their left fraught.
Needing to know, why, no-ones made to pay,
For the young, innocent life lost that day.
The police never really looked, at what happened that day,
They just did the basics, then looked away.
The adults involved in the drink and the drugs,
Walked away free, their faces so SMUG.
At the hospital, that morning, she had to say “It’s him”
Yet! her abuser Jimmy, had called on a whim.
He wanted to be, the one who said,”Jason is dead”
I wished Tomijo had told me, it was him instead!
Because Jimmy is evil, rotten to the core,
To have made that call, I hate him even more.
He’s abused her for years, couldn’t let go,
Just had to hurt her, once more, you know!
Still the police didn’t look,
How much evidence would it have took?
If my untrained eye, can see something amiss,
Why! oh why! are they TAKING THE PISS?
Fourteen years on, the cover up still there,
Police and The Coroner will not share!
The full reports are hidden so deep,
So all these secrets, they can keep.
Then years before, they’d given Tomijo Pot!
These people have secrets, they have a lot.
Witnesses will not talk out of fear,
No-one will look, or lend an ear!
The media scared to tell this story,
About readers feelings, they all worry.
But! Indiana in the U.S. of A,
Is where Tomijo lives, to this day!
The birthplace of Michael Jackson Too,
What would you do, if this happened to you?
If your brother was MURDERED, and nobody paid!
Wouldn’t you make finding answers, your CRUSADE?
I FELT A SENSE OF DANGER HERE TONIGHT,
IT FILLED ME WITH TERROR THEN WITH FRIGHT.
SHIVERS AND SHAKES DOWN MY SPINE,
THE FEELINGS I HAD WHERE MINE ALL MINE.
RECEIVED AN EMAIL TELLING A STORY,
OF MURDER NO ACCIDENT NO GLORY.
A FRIEND NOW HAS TO TAKE EXTRA CARE,
ROUND EVERY CORNER BE AWARE.
HER BROTHER KILLED MANY YEARS BACK,
POLICE DIDN’T INVESTIGATE, THEY LOST TRACK.
DIDN’T QUESTION THE PEOPLE THAT WERE THERE,
SOMEONE SOMEWHERE MUST BE AWARE.
OF WHAT HAPPENED TO JASON IN THAT NIGHT?
THE NIGHT OF TOMIJO’S WORST FRIGHT.
BUT HERE TODAY I FELT ALL HER PAIN,
MY LIFE NOW, WILL NOT BE THE SAME.
I CRIED HER TEARS FELT HER SORROW,
I PRAY FOR HER, FOR A BRIGHTER TOMORROW.
THE KILLER CAUGHT, PUT BEHIND BARS,
EVIDENCE FOUND, THEY REMOVED IN CARS.
SENTENCED TO LIFE FOR WHAT THEY DID,
AFTER ALL, JASON WAS JUST A KID..
I have to admit this is one of the worst stories that I have come across.. Tomijo has asked me to write some poems for her about her life.
A Very special
to Kathleen Lamprell for the dedication and support. This is her book of healing poems that will move your heart she also included 7 poems that she wrote for me about my abuse and the Murder/Cover-Up of my dear brother Jason Bolton