Baby Girl

To 3/256 Cherokee Girl Cute like the fly sun and with paddy curl hairs similar From those summertime fields blow over her in full swim And it fits in her small understanding In front of this Adoptive Indian law She grows like a lovely calf wondering it should not be. Upon uplifted petals of her big eyes of half-brown Indian bloom India Baby Girl a battle of love And parents’ nightmare is breaking out for months And the entire globe’s eye could see the idea Of making a direct pain within her tender heart And it does not matter you and I shall become A parent and parching stirs and twist about father’s rights He does not have it any more. Flying among twinkly stars in faith For the 3-year-baby girl the notion but a father’s lack of Autumn and over the whole prairie shimmering A compelled of him an Indian loves or ground To the child he never felt before. I think of those parental days of affection and love When the Baby Girl was small and wanted it most; Standing now in the sea of gestures, you great chief have missed A cut generation goes by, and your conscience from what that weary buffalo Love cries it certainly does not exist in your heart anymore. Baby Girl! Let us pray because I am going to take you home Where you will be safe. Baby Girl! Let goes and come at last to understand You and I and the prairie Mother Always we are going to love you.