You remember
So close to spirit
When I said trust
Your eyes turned to mother
Measured still in months
You know this word
In every language
I make a promise
I will nurture good ones
Tell them all your plans
Then the grandmothers will gather
To speak of things to come
We’ll weave this all together
Send crow to let all know
To ready now for futures
We’ll build as we destroy
What once was flooring
Adorns our wrists and thighs
The very thing beneath us
With sun reveals the lies
Pehiw W2022
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