Her Cherokee

She was sixteen when she spied her Cherokee. Only fifteen, he was young, unsettled, and free. At school they worked together so each could learn. Before too long their friendship began to churn. They blushed into their love; she waited for him. Three years soon past while dreams flowed over the brim. His father thought to stop the marriage sentence. But elders watched them take their independence. Time blooming with her love lived locked up inside. The two of them were by new life bound, allied. One spring night she became his beautiful bride. Both knew they would forever be side by side. Yes, they were young, so together they would lead. Hearts bound by dreams and hopes surely should succeed. Their family began without much guidance. The scent of love became days’ sweetest fragrance. As time grew on, manhood decided to lead. A mom at home became his family creed. Three children later and parties held at home. His work grew slimmer; her Cherokee did roam. He listened to outsiders and left his throne. Then, suddenly, she and three kids were alone. She tried to face all the problems fearlessly. But ten years later, she lost her Cherokee. 12/30/2016