It can be found
along the Missouri River
just below its confluence with Wolf Creek;
Somewhere in the wide shallow Valley.
The Assiniboine,
Nikota
and Likota found it;
Somewhere after Big Horn.
Bill and Molly
found it, too.
Doris was born there;
Somewhere in 1917.
Bill had means. A woman’s man.
50 when he died.
The back of his limousine;
Somewhere on the high Dakota plain.
Molly was just Molly.
She died old.
A cold hotel room;
Somewhere in Los Angeles - 1963.
Doris, a beautiful blonde.
Smoked herself to death.
Pall Mall as I recall;
Somewhere in 1955. Not yet forty.
Doris had two sons.
One lucky,
one dead;
Somewhere in Vietnam - 1969. Not yet twenty-three.
That’s all I know -
Châz
I was 13 when my mother was buried on a wet and cold day one week before her 39th birthday. Her life had been an emotional and physical struggle. She had been trained as a lawyer, but worked for very little money as a clerical assistant. My father had recently returned from a long convalescence following a mental breakdown the year before. My mother’s life was over. She did her best. I love you mom –
– bp
