Cherokee Daughter

Cherokee Daughter

by Bud Lemire on Jan 11, 2006

She was a full blooded Cherokee

With her daughter at her knee

"Mom, can we change shapes like our ancestors did?"

She asked these questions, because she was a kid

She wanted to know all about her ancestry

And how they lived in the land of the free

She wanted to fly as high as she could, into the air

And to explore her spirit and to be aware

A beautiful little girl, with dark black hair

The prettiest smile upon her face, was placed there

She could learn to be brave and be strong

And learn the difference between right and wrong

For her people, things did change

In her life, it turned out to be strange

Voices heard, within her head

They came to her, from the dead

They showed her visions of things to come

Reminded her of where she was from

She stood tall, and she was so proud

Of her heritage, while in a crowd

It wasn't easy, with all they've been through

But they did what only they could do

She became a woman, and raised a family

The Cherokee Daughter, proud of her ancestry