| An Indian Poem (written by a mexican half-breed not of a horse culture) This poem is for Valerie And her darling baby brother Jamie Whom my sister and I had baby sat for Their father Bill Who was my father�s best friend- And then my mother�s best friend When my parent�s divorced- And my sister and I watched the children As their parents divorced. This is a poem for Valerie And her darling baby brother Jamie Who was always a big baby And heavy to carry even as an infant And who has grown. Now not more than twelve And still almost as tall as me And maybe even as heavy. This is a poem for Valerie And her baby brother Jamie And the turmoil that they Didn�t even realize that they Endured at the time that I think back to. This is for Val, Little Val who Practiced dancing In her full dress For the annual Powwow and Did so always With a serious Look on her face. And this is for The memory of The rain That she brought Down on the tourists That gathered On that hot Cloudless day In Hayward. I don�t ever remember Asking her when she Would dance for us While her parents were away If she was only practicing, But I think she would have told Us that she was not practicing. She was dancing. |