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The beads fall
Scattering across the floor Kneeling down she searches for them Picking up all that she could find Tears sliding down her face The brilliant turquoise and bone Cupped in the palm of her hand The leather thing, now so old and frayed Stretched to its limit Tears dripping upon the beads She wonders how many times they have been coated with tears now How many times her mother had cried , how many times her grandmother had cried Beads..so old, from before even her grandmothers time Now held in her hand, slipping away like grains of sand Gently she touches them, realizing now for the first time She holds history, history of the first people in her hands Cupping them tighter in her hand, she walks out to the barn Pulling a string of sinew down, she restrings the beads Tying the knot tightly, placing it around her neck once again Hearing now the whispers of the first people in her ears Lifting her head now, walking tall and proud, she is Navajo |
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constant gardening for the lineage a spirit moving through time
nice piece |
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whispers soothing touch,,, Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm a calming
Love to you my daughter who carry's the spirit of many within her soul |
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Very nice...
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