| For the Last Time |
| My dress lays on top of the room divider. I did not want it to wrinkle. It is waiting on the day that I will get married for the last time. My moccasins lay in a corner on the floor. I did not want the soles to get soiled. They are waiting for the day that I will walk to my Home. For the last time. My shawl laid on the shelf. I did not want it to fade. It is waiting for the day that I will lay down. For the last time. |
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| Written by a Wyandotte Woman |
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| This is me, I am also known as Oneina Onda (Snow Woman) |
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| This poem won Editor's Choice Award in December 2003 with Poetry.com |