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
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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.