The Comanches tell the story
of She-Who-Is-Alone, the girl who
sacrificed her warrior doll, ended the famine,
was renamed
She-Who-Dearly-Loved-Her-People.
After the drought of Mom’s cancer finally
ended with her March death, we got better
bluebonnets than anyone could remember.
Even without her, I am not alone.
Everywhere I see a bluebonnet
— in a ditch, in an
emtpy field, in an alley —
I know that she still dearly loves her people.
