My grandmother said–
Stones are worth more than money
For they are the earth itself.
My grandmother is within the earth;
She is the earth–
Sprouting up in flowers,
Tall trees
Kissing the sky.
She is the earth–
Mother of my mother
Who suckled her children,
Taught them to run
Like the deer,
Taught them to protect
Like the wolf,
Taught her to nurture
As bees nurture flowers.
My grandmother is
The red clay of her farm;
Green moss sprang up
Where her feet touched,
And flowers grew
Where her hands
Caressed the dark earth.
She is the rising sparrow
Who sings her song–
She leaves the darkness,
Tells sadness begone.
Little sun singer
Carried by soft wing beats
On your journey–
Be not afraid!
The angels are with you,
Let them guide the way.
