I was born singing.
I was born singing.
During womb rest and growth
you gifted me with song
stories of past moon’s
and tomorrow’s suns
with streams and hunts,
prayers and smudgings
and sacred sage and tobacco came to me
in my mother’s blood
so at birth
I already knew my story.
Ciarán Mckenna © April 26th 2018
Inspired by Gilbert Kewistep’s story of how his son sung to his child while still in mother’s womb.
When you crossed over.
My anchor, my rock
my roots, my truth
Grandmother, Grandmother,
I call from my
As I was forbidden to be present at your
crossing over,
unable to pack gifts for your journey.
Salt tears were all I could give
until I cross over
and we embrace,
all I still have is my thanks for you,
my salt tears and
my love for you.
Ciarán Mc Kenna © April 26th 2017
Inspired by Gilbert Kewistep’s moving telling of how he and his sister could not leave the residential school when their Grandmother died.