cherokee

Cherokee
Bitter cold winds of winter have little effect on her compared to the memories of
her stolen babies. Her body becoming numb to natures wrath.
Her only reasons for remaining are spread through out America
her tears are hollow and worn in their path.
Her pain is silent and life consuming.
Her outward appearance showing people she has moved on.
But what her soul and heart hide could drench the earth In tears.
Her eyes scan strangers for one soul that she can share her pain with
all she See's in the sea of humans are backstabber's and shallow people.
They are only concerned with their own petty lives,
her tears or pain never making a mark on the world.
Each day goes on after the other her heart slowly becoming the stone
she allows people to see.
Her heart yearning for the one peace of mind each mother spends their
lifetime getting each day. Her eyes scan every crowd looking in the see of children
for the traits that she may have passed on, to no avail her eyes
never fall on those little angels slowly growing up to be adults.
Her mind tells her with each passing year that her heart will be reunited with
the little angels she gave birth to.
But alas they will not be little, they will have grown to be men and women.
All their childhoods she missed, because of the blood that beats through her,
because of what she is,
Cherokee.....
The mark she can't deny.....
Cherokee.......
The race she proudly carries......
Cherokee.....
By Jennifer D Bergerson