Debra Coppinger Hill Poet Cowboy Poetry

Udoda (Father)

My Father wears a coat of many colors 
  for all the world to see, 
that deep inside his soul 
  beats the heart of a Cherokee. 
 
What have I learned from his spirit, 
  and his laughing, loving ways? 
I learned the past belongs to the present. 
  Not to waste my younger days. 
 
The stories of my ancestors 
  are his legacy to me. 
That honoring them and who they were 
  determines who I will be. 
 
I am my Father’s daughter 
  and I can only hope, 
that one day I will be worthy 
  to wear my Father’s coat.

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