I Love You, Montana
I Love you, Montana
for giving me my great-grandpa, Henry Price.
For sending his Blackfoot self here to Kentucky
to finally marry the love of his life,
my Jewish great-grandma, Mary Fisher.
I love you for Froid.
For the people who embrace
someone like mechanic
Roberto Orozco-Ramirez
as their own.
I love you for the contradiction
of pure humanity that you are—
Seeing how someone is not just
exactly like you in skin and tone,
but so alike in heart.
You are my home.
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This is a wonderful poem. I enjoyed how Montana is your home and a metaphor for the love and acceptance.
Roberta, I’m learning things about you I never knew! Now I know how the Blackfoot side of you and the Jewish part came together.
Yes. They married. 🙂