My daughter Lacie sent this to me via Facebook while she was in class at school today. What a wonderful poem and even more wonderful that she sent it to me knowing what family history means to me...thank you Lacie...I love you too.
Lacie Ewing: Today in class my teacher said: memory is blood, you are not born with a clean slate but you carry all the memories of your ancestors...
...and then we read this poem:
~ Remember ~
Remember the sky that you were born under,
Know each of the stars stories
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the suns birth at dawn, that she is the strongest point of time. Remember sun down and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and breath. You are evidence of her life, and her mothers, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are: red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth, brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their tribes, their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.
Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin of the universe.
Remember you are all people and all people are you.
Remember you are this universe and this universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance language is, that life is.
~ Author: Joy Harjo
I thought you would like that. Love you :) Lacie