The sky was hanging heavy
with gray tears.
I stood at the door
of my mother's hogan
and looked out
at the gray, sad morning.
My father came.
He stood beside us.
He spoke
in a happy way
The sky was hanging heavy
with gray tears.
I stood at the door
of my mother's hogan
and looked out
at the gray, sad morning.
My father came.
He stood beside us.
He spoke
in a happy way