some would say she lost her mind that day...
Ordinarily, it seemed, just as any other morning
she disappeared behind the pasture's only hill
on her way to get the cows for milking.
Pretend she would, surrounded by wolves,
She quickly learned the Native Way,
Matilde refused to give up on Humanity.
To her a name of honor, Morning Dove, was given.
And underneath the rays of Rising Sun each day
Matilde reclaimed her only virtue.
I wonder, would I have lost my mind that day...
My eyes insisting on savored memories of brother Frank,
Mom, Pop and the Good Life on the Prairie.
I would refuse to be a simple-minded dove
Silent and secure, I too, would hide in my imaginary world,
not allowing them to see me cry...
Pretend, I would, and quickly learn the Native Way,
Proudly wear my battle scars,
Giving praise to my earned Humanity.
Pretend I would, exactly like Matilde,
surrounded by wolves, and honored names
With silent arrows in the night...
Reclaim my only virtue.