My Home As I Remember

My People will be as the wind

again, courage is everywhere

Do you hear it in your heartbeat?

On cue the waters began to wave roughly -

her reflection swaying lazily -

giving her the appearance of dance -

a soft, proud,

traditional woman’s dance.

Before too long

her dance ended.

The red faded

and she stood - protectively

hovering over,

in her place beside the stars.

Grandmother

Weaver of life.

I give thanks