Wildflower gazes into the soft clear pool.
While bathing and cooling down from the heat
and grime of the hot day.
The water softly caressing her as her brave
did many moons ago.
Only one night did they have before he was
taken from her arms.
To fight in the white mans war.
They talked, laughed and made love and
cried at the beauty of it all.
This one night which would normally be
forbidden to them.
But during times of war passions become
unbridled and lovers around the earth.
Were spending their last moments wrapped
in each others arms praying and hoping
tomorrow wouldn't come.
Parting was so hard her brave anxious to
fight for their people and yet not wanting
to leave Wildflower's side.
Wildflower screaming from within don't
leave, I can't live without you now my sweet
brave.
Will our night together produce a gift of our
love shared? I am hoping it might as would
make it all worthwhile.
A gift of love producing a gift of little love.
Yes my brave wherever you are I am with child.
Your seed of love grows strong within me.
Wonder if it will have your soft smile.
Your beautiful dreamy eyes, and be straight
as an arrow as you are.
I have so much to show and teach this child growing
within me of you and our peoples ways.
Praying to the Great Spirit to keep you safe from harm.
Knowing so many of our braves are falling in this
fight with the white man.
I promise you in my heart and soul my brave.
I will raise this child as you would have me do
if you were here at my side.
Soon we will be moving on as now is the time of
turning colors and falling leaves, a few warm and
hot days left of the lost summer.
A few days left for dreaming of the past and dreams
of tomorrow's that may never be.
Hold me close my darling and let me dream of what might
have been once more.
You see my darling I am racked with longing and anguish
as you are lost to me forever.
Oh God Why?
I miss him so my love, my brave.
Thank you for giving me this gift of life and love.
In this I will be able to hold him with me for the
rest of my days.
My love, my brave you are free as the eagle,
strong as the bear, and howling to the wind
you are once more free.
precious39...Deanna
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