A BED OF SACRED CHERRYWOOD
I returned on foot
and walking slowly
up the long road
past the cemetery stones
and houses by the road.
People silent
watching!
They thought me dead... for sure,
and I was marching home.
Everything I owned was gone.
Sold!
My car so old,
my guns,
... my dreams.
Only my Mother believed in me.
... her savings placed in a bed of
satin smooth red cherrywood,
untouched...and silent.
For me alone,
This one thing......,
her medicine prayer
that I would die when very old...,
and in that bed of cherrywood.
I settled all accounts with men
... who sold me out
and worshipped things.
Who treated her unkindly.
I kept the warrior within my heart,
and returned the child my Mother loved.
She and I
yet alive, and speaking
eye to eye
and always
in the way of Mothers and Sons!
(Stolen dreams are nothing
Love is everything)
So I sleep
with my wife
in that cherrywood bed...
...... shall die in it,
......... someday.