the day before
the day before
Christmas on the rez
and we're searching
our father's face
for signs of whether
he's going to stay home
for Christmas this year
or go on yet another
drinking binge to search
for his father and mother
who died of war
and tuberculosis when
our father was only six
So amazingly powerful that i feel it in my chest!
Impressive how you can put so much in just these few lines. The tragedy of generational pain, the understanding of another human.
Thank you for sharing your poems, Mr Alexie. I hope they help you find what's lost.