Dreamlike

A comfort in being cradled,

In the hands of the familiar!

The mothers!

The grandmother,

She showed me the blessings of the sun.

Her whispers I still hear today.

A grandfather whom I climb up to,

He was the mountain

Up to this day I bask in his wisdom

While I still can

Faces who are now memories,

Names I no longer know

Yet they were familiar that I allowed myself to be cradled in their hands.

And to the one who kept me calm from tears

Whose voice I have forgotten

She took me in her canoe, across the river.

Allowed my finger tips to playfully strum the waters.

I'll take her memory with me to all my voyages.