Wonder walk
ponder
blunder why the world so pound-by-pound ground to the pulp
all
to make us guess
and guess.
Why the steam needs to rise and escape our widow's mess.
I cannot sit nor can I silence the
loud voice of spirit that never leaves my side.
It is what It is.
I am blunt
I am proud
I love for the whole of non-look-ground.
So I may find the oceans we family have crossed to adventure the ultimate pride.
I never know if my voice is mute or harsh.
How it is taken is anyones' to hide or touch chest.
I am native.
I know it so.
She my grandmaman of French Canadian blood.
He be of middle continent native grown.
And together I feel them in every story I unfold.
My third and forth are from pioneer, Anglo descent.
They are honorable, silent and the same soil mend.
I cannot deny them any more then they silence their solstice message sent.
I hear them.
I learn them.
I raise children to instinct them.
May this be the newness of lesson world:
meshing how it remains orbit with so many stories told.
Oh..my...wow..As I read this I felt mom and dad, your grandmaman and grandpa, sitting all around me, so comforting, so proud, so present. I know they are very much apart of Nora, Fin and Kais' life/spirit and they continue to guide us. Thank you so much for honoring them..reminding us that they walk among us every moment-comforting, guiding, healing as they always have.You are so much a reflection of their strength..the power you carry so lovingly.Continue the path and know of our love and support always...mom
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