Sep 2024
Come, grieve with me
The bitter knowledge
Our beloved family tribes
Slaughtered by invaders,
Thieves of greedy intent.
I have put my seed
In this basket woven
By my ancestor's hand
Placed in those outside
Of our Nation to carry
Safely forward. It had to be
Or we would cease to be.
Take this vessel of blood.
Spread it throughout
What becomes our Nation.
The bitter knowledge
Our beloved family tribes
Slaughtered by invaders,
Thieves of greedy intent.
I have put my seed
In this basket woven
By my ancestor's hand
Placed in those outside
Of our Nation to carry
Safely forward. It had to be
Or we would cease to be.
Take this vessel of blood.
Spread it throughout
What becomes our Nation.
I am learning more about my grandpa's Native heritage. I is very painful as I see the names of his family that died on the Trail of Tears that almost wiped all of them out. Those that didn't die were separated and sent to different reservations throughout America.
