Bonnie Buckley Maldonado

Monday Poems
11:36 am
Mon January 6, 2014

"Indian Brother"

From the Marias River to the North Pole: A Montana History in Story Poems, by Bonnie Buckley Maldonado

April 1945

He came to us wrapped in Mother's blue sweater,
his crippled sister, Mary Jane,
murdered by a drunk.
Three days old, Clarence was his name.
"A sissy name," said Mama. "His name is Joey."

She made him a red bunting with white fur.
His hair, shiny black, stood straight
as beaver points on a Hudson Bay blanket.

His serious, brown self seemed lost
in the fancy wicker cradle that could never
be a cradleboard.

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