In gratitude for all of it- theft, small pox, relocation and denial. Wa-do
We need to be stubborn for this work
Stubborn and loving.
The most difficult of lessons for me
Are often given
By those who didn’t intend to give anything at all.
I call the slave master
Who lost track of my ancestor
A blanket for you
I call the soldier
With a tired arm
Who didn’t cut deeply enough
Into my great great grandfather’s chest to kill clean.
I return your axehead
Cleaned and sharpened
May you wield it against others with equal skill.
Will the boarding school officer come up?
The one who didn’t take my Gram
Because of her crippled leg.
No use as a servant-such a shame with that face…
Finally the shopkeeper’s wife.
Who traded spoiled cans of fruit
For baskets that took a year each to make.
Thank you, Faith, for not poisoning
Blankets for each of you,
And let no one say
That I am not
Grateful for your care.