| written by Oniena Onda A Wyandotte Woman |
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| Three years old In the space of time And my fingers reach out From outstretched arms, They become resilient To reach the face in the clouds Pliant arms They are translucent Yet they reach for more. Feet firm on the earth, From outstretched limbs They become arrows And reach deeper into this world. My body came From the flesh of the ground. To become a soul Of the world. I sought from within A heavenly realm To be spiritual ever more. |
| The Arms of The Child |
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