POTLACH
(For My Mother)
9/6/96
Rededicated to the Past
Embracing the future
With quite pride.
Heartbeat drums
Beating out the
Rhythm of a People
Seeped in Self-discovery.
Grandmother sings the song
To Pass through Generations
Black Wings masking
The Trickster
Who understands the
Force of Will
Needed to bring back
His Legacy
Flashing buttons spell out
The History
Of a lineage lost
To a people
Turned from the balance
Of Natural Patterns…
The Circle;
Endless, Timeless, Resolute.
Moccasined feet now
Stamp in the
Circular Patterns
Of Shining Pride
And belief in the future.
The Spirits of
Our Mothers
Our Grandmothers
Hold us with their
Silent Approval.
Quiet whispers speaking
“My children,
Move Forward, Be Proud.
Spread your wings.
Feel your power.
Dance with Passion
Sing Loud so all may hear.”
We feel these whispers
In our souls and we Know.
We are finding
Our Power
Our People
We know that the gift
Of Eternity is Ours—
The ancient ways are
Reborn as we gather
Dedicated to our Pride
And our Past.
