Thursday, July 1, 2010
dance of survival
within me rings the bell in ever melodic richness
laughter bubbles from my depths
the strength of my grandmothers echoing there
stories weave through and light from Creator
finds its way in baskets and bags
feeling the cool gift of green strength against my fingers
even the playful stick of Rose as I gather for cleansing...
fervent belief edged in raucous humor
i've learned from my elders beloved and revered
grandmas and aunties-beautiful, strong and wise
with their lessons learned in quiet pain...
no vain suffering their dance of survival still tickles my feet
and behind them i follow in humble
will i be like you when i grow up?