Deathsong for a Sister
who lost her Warrior
Kwe my dear sister,
My heart is full of sorrow that can be heard in
The voice of the Loon crying on the lake,
and in the sound of the cricket under your bed,
or in the water that flows over the stones.

I pray for the coming days
and ask you to remember that
a tear drops from your eyes
and falls to the ground.
It runs to the river
and falls in the ocean,
Where the wind takes it
to the clouds
Till it meets again with
your Warrior.

And he holds
those tears
in a bowl
near his heart;
Waiting...
for when you both
will meet again.

He will reach out
and pour his bowl
over your head
to refresh you
and remind you
of the tears
he carried
for you.
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Written by a Wyandotte Woman
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Wyandot Man click on the bowl if you would like to learn more.
The poem was written for a Wendat sister who lost her husband.  My sister is with the Anderdon Nation of our Wendat People.