Grandmother, I am sad.
Come, sit. Together we will be sad.
Bowed heads, silently honoring the Sad.
Sometimes a song, sometimes a story,
Breathing the Sad,
Heads bowed sitting with the Sad.
The people come,
Tonight we sing until the sun shows,
Tomorrow we laugh and eat,
Honoring the Sad;
Posted on January 29, 2010 at 6:42am — 2 Comments