though the river was frozen,
wrapped us in skins to keep us warm,
while others did not survive the winter.
Though the river filled with ice,
someone searched for game or roots;
though some were dying of hunger
someone pounded corn and made bread.
Game cooked in the fire, bread in ashes,
Somehow we survived the winter
Someone saw that we did not die hungry.
By spring the water began to flow freely.
In time we had children of our own
Born when the river gave up its ice
We made them a place by the fire,
Remembering how we ourselves survived.
Day after day, we pounded corn.
We made sure the children had full bellies,
In spring, the river resumed its long ramble.
We bathed the children in its waters.
In summer, we harvested squash and beans
To fill our children’s empty bellies,
The river gave us fish and mussels;
we fed them to the children.
I love this Carol! Bravo. And Happy Valentine's Day!!
ReplyDeletelayers and layers of comfort blanket me with this poem. thank you for writing it--thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWe need this poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carol.
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