Highway of tears
I wanted and want to
Sit with them
Talk with them
Witness them
Share their pains
Be with them on tough roads
Ride with them on highway ‘of tears’.
Thanks to Mall I saw one
Started with my phone, her mother
Then she came.
Her claims and actions
Their warnings with whispers
Handwriting, then address.
Checked her on Internet
Among them her secrets
Between lines hear talks.
The pictures and the words, videos
Little girl; let me name her Tara.
Is lucky?
Child of rape?
How can be?
I am shocked, yet waiting.
Time is key
Is she a Squaw?
People are different
Doubtlessly with a cause.
And daughter, her mother?
She told me of writing, of movies, stories, scripts
She looks like Barbara, is there a connection?
These are all the basics for research.
Must I move cautiously on highway, of tears?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem