☀ Today's Poem: "[redacted]" m.s. RedCherries

And when the woman ran from her house to the front of the BIA
building, and was told that she could not see her daughter because her
daughter was on her way to a residential school with the Dakotas and that
she would stay there because she was going to learn and stay with the
people who took her from the woman's house and onto a bus waiting at the
front of the BIA building, and when the woman tried to know where her
daughter was, she was taken and put on a bus to a hospital in the dakotas
because she was told she had too much sadness and that she would be
healed from the sadness which had taken her from her house to the front
of the BIA building and onto a waiting bus that would take her from the
mountains into the flat plains onto a gravel road up to a big brick building
with an american flag in front, where she would stay until her sadness went
away and when it didn't go away, her daughter, forty years later, seeking to
find her in her own sadness, found the woman's hospital records which
showed the woman being diagnosed with 'delusional melancholia,' and
when the woman died in her bed at twenty-six, she was laid alongside
another one hundred and twenty patients, all of whom now lay buried
between the 4th and 5th fairway of the Hiawatha Golf Club in canton,
south dakota.