Dedicated With Love

An eagle is soaring on high

 

Across an azure blue sky

 

A tiny cabin sits upon a rolling hillside

 

Near a winding river stream

 

The smoke of longhouses and campfires in the distance

 

The smell of cedar, sweet grass and sage is awesome

 

As the sound of drums and flutes fill the air

 

Two children at play

 

Two grandfathers watching them

 

From not so far away sitting talking atop of the hill

 

It is a beautiful day filled with sunshine

 

A few cottony clouds floating by

 

Two different cultures

 

Two wonderful old friends

 

The little boy is half Irish and half Cherokee

 

The little girl as Irish as she can be

 

That's the way it was when Melba met George

 

There was no such thing as radio or TV

 

Just moments spent enjoying one another's company

 

It was the turn of the 19th century

 

Times were changing quite rapidly

 

But Melba and George were young and carefree

 

When they met it was at a Halloween party

 

There was singing and dancing and so much to do

 

George was handsome and tall and wore long black braids

 

His skin naturally bronzed from the sun

 

Melba had pale ivory skin with freckles on her face

 

She was petite with locks of golden hair

 

Soon the two of them became a pair

 

They destined to marry and so

 

George left his father's Indian Reservation

 

Moved into the big city with Melba as his bride

 

She bore him three children

 

A daughter and two sons

 

Betty Eileen, Jack and Ronald

 

Just starting out they had a beautiful life together

 

With the hopes, plans and dreams

 

That all young couples have

 

Until one day tragedy struck

 

It was during the time of "The Great Depression"

 

Times were tough and jobs were scarce

 

George was out of work all but for running a small farm

 

He made just enough to keep his family fed

 

Not many luxuries could they afford

 

But they were happy

 

An old acquaintance of George's

 

Stopped by their house to visit one day

 

George was headed into town

 

To pick up groceries and a few things at the local market

 

He asked his friend would he like to accompany him

 

The friend obliged to tag along

 

That is when destiny or fate went terribly wrong

 

As they entered the market, his friend pulled out a gun

 

Threatened the store owner behind the counter to lay low

 

George spoke up and said

 

"I'll have no part in this, I am not that kind of man..."

 

At that point his acquaintance stepped back

 

And, aimed the gun directly at George

 

George turned to leave the store when his assailant

 

Shot him in the side, as George fell and crumpled to the floor

 

The store owner grabbed the gun from the shooter

 

And so held him at bay until help arrived

 

By that time George had bled profusely

 

He was rushed to the nearest hospital

 

When Melba and their three little children arrived

 

George died with Melba at his side

 

In her loving arms she held him

 

As he took his last breath of life

 

My mother was Betty Eileen

 

She was six years old at the time

 

Of the shooting death of her father

 

Her brothers Jack was three and Ronald one and half

 

She never got over the shock of losing her "Daddy"

 

This poem is dedicated with love to my Grandfather

 

 

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

A beautiful tribute to your whole family, especially your grandfather. Beautifully penned.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Oh such a beautiful love story with such a tragic ending. Thank you for sharing this.
Light,
Siddartha

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very heartfelt and well done. good job all around. i also like the way it lays out.

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

beautiful yet such a sad story! you write it with a "poem" flow, and easy to read. very touching, thank you for sharing such a special part of you...kena

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Great story telling through poetry and wonderful dedication.

[Blue Sky]

A wonderful story dedicated to your Grandmother!
Beautiful!!

[Valentine]

How amazing and so wonderfully told..If your grandfather is still living..he would be so proud of you..Part Indian, a true American..that is wonderful..A very nice tribute to the love of so long ago,,God bless..Valentine

[David Lewis Paget]

Your story is touching, and important from a family history viewpoint. I'm sure your descendants will appreciate the fact that you took the time to recount this tragedy, and the form it took.
David

[EmpressPoetess]

Deb, this is sooo touching and written with such love and deeply felt emotion! I'm honored that you shared this sweet dedication of your grandfather with us. Thank you from my teary heart.

[Fran Marie]

A great tribute and touching write~THanks for sharing