Ever hear or seen a teenager cry and scream for love?
Have you ever seen him pray to the Creator above?
Ever see a teenager so black and blue?
Afraid to ask a simple favor from you?
Ever see a teen-ager ashamed that he cried?
Ever know a teen-ager wish that he had died?
Ever know a teen-ager that didn't know love?
That could could sit in a park and hold a dove?
Ever know a teen who would watch the trains
wondering if it's right to blow out his brains?
Ever know a teen-ager that ran away?
Vowing never to come back no how no way!
Ever know a teen-ager at the age of fourteen
Say to be truly loved is his most secret dream?
Ever know a teen-ager that was acting the fool,
Thinking there's nothing to gain attending school?
Ever know a teen that was good at baseball?
Who's father was at the bar drinking alcohol?
Who had tried so hard to impress his father?
But finally decided oh well why bother?
Ever know a teen who's dream had come true
I know one that survived and is talking to you
The Creator fulfilled this teen's dream
With a Cherokee with the name of Irene
She taught me the most valued thing I know,
Leave your past behind and the Love will grow!
The whole story has a happy ending to my dream.
I found a way to thank my Indian mom Irene!
I Thank the Creator to this very day
and I will until I am old and gray.
For the teen who had thought why bother
had finally learned to accept his father!
Irene was of so special indeed.
She helped me through a brutal need.
She held me as I was her son
Loved me as a special one
Told me to write how I had felt
My words an icy heart could melt
She said this on her dying bed
Her memory weights on me heavy as lead.P>
I cried more for her then for my dad
Honored I was to know her and so glad.
That she could be to me as she did
Showing a special love, was never hid.
©Mike Dimond 1999
For Irene
May your spirit soar in the sky.
When I think of you I still cry.
Peace to you until we meet again.
I miss the shoulder my tears did stain.