Thursday, February 5, 2015


I have your picture
ᎡᎵᏏ, Grandmother
And though I see many
questions and mysteries
As I look at you
I have a strange peace
And I feel a love
I'm quietly moved

I keep your picture with me
when I study ᏣᎳᎩ
Though I think by your time
the ᏣᎳᎩ language
was probably gone
or little passed on
becoming forgotten
in our family

In your face somehow
I can see ᏣᏚᏓ
And somehow I I can see
our Cherokee family
You're ᎠᎩᎵᏏ
I come from you
I'm part of you
You're part of me

There are so many things
I didn't know about
generations and blood
How things can be passed down
How we carry with us
Those who came before us
My ancestors’ heart and
indigenous spirit

And their prayers for me
Creator’s ears still hear
They rested on me
Seventh generation
This is all beyond me
This is bigger than me
Generations I see
in you, ᎡᎵᏏ.