Every little while
When I’m alone
I find a place
A quiet place
And take some time
For me.
I find a place
Where trees and grass
Embrace the soul
And soothe the flesh
Where wind creates 
a gentle calm
And water whispers loving sounds
Like Kookum singing softly in the night. 
It’s then I let myself relive
The stories of the frightened lonely child
I hear again 
Her sadness and her fears and tears
I grab those memories and thoughts
with both my hands
And hold them tightly to my chest
As though the child herself was there 
And cry. 
And cry. 
And cry.

Mizanagheezhik