Notes About The Poem
"Melancholy" by Susan Lawrence
Through Her Eyes
Through Her Eyes
It’s through her eyes, that hide her cries,
one sees into her soul
which feigns the fears and teems with tears
that time cannot console.
She’s heard the rhymes of ancient times
as elders tell their tale;
how strangers manned and took the land
and claimed to their avail.
The tribes were sent without relent,
to reservations far,
without a thought of anguish brought
which fused a lasting scar.
As hardships flailed along the trail,
they left their trail of tears,
and still today they’re held at bay
with passing of the years.
I wonder how life could allow
this girl of tender age
to bear such pain without restrain
and never turn the page.
Perhaps it’s we, too blind to see
the truth of yesterdays,
and through her eyes we should surmise
the error of our ways.
May 22, 2023
A big thank you to Susan Lawrence for letting me post this wonderful piece of art with my poem!
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