Siyo moma porcupine,age,nor troubles give us "right" to be cruel,we walk this life time together,we learn,or refuse to learn,that alone is our "right".My heart aches for your abuses,if they happened,you in truth post in circles,but as a child who self faced true abuses if it is so my prayers include you. I will in time make introduction,though most here of our Peoples know me already.I do not claim to be the only holder of wisdom,nor the only human to know trouble,my own personal fight with such as steal our Cultural heritage is my children and grandchildren,those left to me. My eldest son was murdered in a most horrible way by White Supremists,his body put through a nine foot propeller of a river boat,leaving very little for my mourning,he was four months from twenty first birthday. So yes,for me,in so very MANY ways,it is a personal fight.
Real Love!
I still remember when my little boy was two,he came running up to
me with tears on his little cheeks.
His little hand was swollen so hot and red it looked,what
happened to you baby where the first words from my lips.
His little face so brown and sweet,so rosy were his cheeks,so
sturdy and so healthy it made me proud to look.
I have something for you mommy one hand behind his back,what is
it little one I asked?
I wanted to show you that I loved you, so I picked you this rose
he answered back.
His little hand came forward with a small pink clover flower
clutched tight,in all my life I have never felt so loved.
To pick for me this flower bees he had to fight,for love of me he
took the sting,smiled throgh the pain,to give his mother the greatest
treasure of her life.
That little boy is gone now he has passed through Heavens
Gates,but the love he left within my heart can never be replaced!
I have that "rose"still today!
granny!
Jehrimia 4-29-1976 to 12-13-1996