For My Parents

I’ve wondered it seems for most of my life,
how did my father meet my mother and have her become his wife?

I know she was from Oklahoma, but how did she end up in Cheyenne?
She put her name on paper and married this Kansas man.

Pictures I have seen of her, she was small for her age,
she was pretty and spunky and yet her mannerism mild.
She told so little of her life growing up in Oklahoma as a child.

Her eyes were dark as coal, her pupils you could not see. She told me her eyes & high cheek bones were family heredity.

As she told me little stories she said "I can dance the Scottish fling!“ We laughed at that moment as she showed me, and to my surprise, she could even sing!

She suddenly turned away from me when she said, "bag pipes always make me cry."
I watched her shoulders heave upward, as she took a very deep sounding sigh.

Oh how the music touched her soul, it was the music of her ancestors and their surname was Turnbull.

Tears began to fall, she also told me then, that so many years have passed and she had lost touch with nearly all her kin.

Missing pieces of her ancestors are connected to mother’s name so I asked her, "who are our people and do we look the same?"

So Mother said,” lets go outside to the shade of the Lilac tree."
As she spread the blanket on the ground, she began to tell me many things,
and I never made a single sound.
I listened very carefully, her words engraved into my heart.
"A part of you is Choctaw, and never be ashamed, your ancestors cried many tears for your heredity
and that will always be a part of you & me."
“Never judge a person by the color of their skin,"
the true color of a person is what's inside of them.”

I can still feel the moment, as I close my eyes I see,
where Mother and I sat under that old and fragrant Lilac tree.

It is so hard at this time to know she's been gone a quarter century.
Oh! but she gave me so many seeds to keep me going in my life!

Gifts of wisdom given to me from that spunky, pretty little girl from Oklahoma
who became the Kansas man’s wife!



This story is about my mother, Muriel Eugenia Wever Dawson and my father, Harry Lee Dawson,
the Kansas man who won her Oklahoma heart.










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