Comanche father I can’t speak memories of you
further than two years ago
only stories you laughed at as they were told;
antics of your struggling yester years.
Your silent silhouette could have told of history
with just a look at your face
your features, your strong proud face,
each line there a story of it’s own.
I would watch in awe, with the hairs
on my arms standing straight
as you danced the native steps to the beat of the drum
sounding the heartbeat of us all.
Your gentle voice spoke words of wisdom
in an irreplaceable tone
your never ending patience with us who wanted
to learn your ways of respect, to make
us stronger and pass on to our own.
Your smile and laughter, as you watched
me struggle and stumble as
you again told me with a chuckle, “Remember,
Be quiet, be still, listening is the way to learn”.
Some of my proudest moments
were when you spoke of me as your daughter
and you seemed quite proud
No prouder than I, your Comanche child.
Comanche father, even though I know
you would disapprove; I’d like to argue
with Creator, He took you way too soon.
I’ll have to remember, be quiet, be still
I’m listening Comanche Father,
I still have a lot to learn.
Written in total love and respect
for Johnny and Jackie Star
March 18, 2002