Osiyo

Osiyo

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

As I sat upon your couch

You asked me how were things at home

I never really answered you

I said I'd tell you later

But it seems we went our separate ways

Shared a taxicab to our destinations

You kissed me passionately

As we bid farewell

I wonder if at the time

I would have told you that home had went to hell

I wonder what would have been your reply

Did you really care

Could you tell where my life was at that time

Was it written in my face

Could you see beyond the surface of me

I remember after that

I tried to talk to you

I needed to talk to you

You looked at me

As you spoke these words

"I've already been where you are now"

Then walked away

Into the night and to the bar life

 You turned around and said

"I drink alone"

Then you came up to me

And you said "go home"

"perhaps I will surprize you"

Other words were spoken

Of intimacy

Between you and me

You said you were "a free spirit"

Something at the time

I longed to be

For life had not been kind to me

So I wrote you letters

Which you said you read

Then threw them away

One night I lost a poem

You brought it to me

And said "I know your handwriting"

Yes, I remember everything you ever said to me

But do you recall the night

I asked you to take me to the rezervation

You said "no"

Well, I've never made it there

At the time

I needed you to help set me free

You said "you are free"

But you did not understand

I needed to bury my dead

In the American Indian way

It never happened to this very day

Now my only son is gone from me

I still need to climb atop of Cherokee Mountain

Where in my dreams the mighty eagle soars

Across an azure blue sky

A place where I can feel the wind in my hair

As I set his ashes free

As for you and me

You are free

So am I

Mitake Oyasin

We are all related

We are one

Osiyo

 

 

 

 

© 2009 Deborah Leah Krempa


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This is so beautifully profound... a longing for what one needs to keep life in balance... to find those things that bring peace in a world so often troubling and isolating... to find true freedom in community... Amazing write... Dohiyi...

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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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