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
Beautiful. Chi Miigwetch for sharing!
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