None of us is alone in this human walk of life. We only need to look within her canvas of life to see them all their watching over us. The painted lady reveals all. Way Crossing all spans of time. For your precious little body Relieving the heaviness of my arms.
Tears trickle down Like droplets of slow rain Freezing in mid-air.
Ice fills my veins Awaiting the warmness of Spring. Waken me from the pains of regret. Fill my heart with healing My spirit with hope for tomorrow. No Indians Allowed I walked into the old feed store dressed in full regalia. Thinking of my people and the many pains you suffered while you walked on here on Mother Earth.