I was your pink girl universe, but you, Two Spirit, asked me to look up, full faith, feel sky lift your language world big, I,
Years when children, perpetually in motion, required a referee – Mom’s energy replete so ephemeral now – time having vanished, weariness lingering, savouring memory blurs.
Tyrannical, my father’s reign; the ensuing understanding of relationship dynamics twisted. Violence and threats peppered with “I love you”, as if one was synonymous with
Where peace keep you, there the soul plays – Ask the sun her best day, the flower, her mind – open one moment, though another
That day, crossing the parking lot, raven swooped past, snake in clasp – I took it as a sign, hurried my steps. The ward nurse
Am not the woman my children once called Mother – can see the disappointment in their anger-blotched expressions, feel the constraint in their voices –