Grandmothers Story!

Weary though my spirit is Creator leads me onward,keep moving child you can not stop just another mile.
No more I cry please let me rest for a little while,you must not little one move on if you sleep you will never wake.
The snow is deeo my feet are bare and bleeding,I stumble on my mind is numb I never even feel them.
An Elder falls to the side they will not let my mother help him,they shove her hard she nearly falls father grabs her arm.
Tears are frozen to her cheeks as she stumbles to keep up,my little brother in her arms father trys to take him.
Someone hits him very hard from behind blood runs down his shoulder,with a gun butt to his head he is knocked unconsious.
This time mother will not move but drops down beside him,grandmother takes my hand and forces me onward.
We can not leave them please I cry but grandmother hushes me,she reaches out as we pass by to take my brother with us.
Will this walking never end and do they not understand have they no feelings,the soldier laughs as we cross paths his foot stuck out to trip me.
Just move forward grandmother says trust Creator to give you strength,He will never forget us.
Finally the miles are done so very far we have come,so many lost along the way still someday we will say we are the winners at least our hearts are human.
A Trail of Tears so long and hard both father and mother have died,grandmother tells me to remember.
From this day forward you will tell all that you have seen and heard,never child forget the hurt pass it on it must be heard!

As told to me by my grandmother,as it was told to her by hers, Little Bird who walked that terrible trail.
granny!