Healing

To sew buttons on a blanket

And pass on a name

To honor my grandmother

By wearing her jewelry

To sing the songs of my people

That have been nearly lost

The beat of a drum

Loud as my beating heart

The power I feel in every step

I know my ancestors are with me

My moccasins dance

As if leading the way

Our past filled with sorrow

Yet here we still stand

We will continue to grow

We will heal in time

And begin to not only find

but love ourselves

once again