Heartsong

I sing the song of my mother

her love and her steadfast hands

always crafting and baking

and memory making

turning in to my best friend.

I sing the song of my father

his duty and sense of self

always choosing the right thing

while the world is beguiling

and showing me how to use my hands.

I sing the song of those who passed a long

long long time ago.

who cherished the ways of the sun and the sky

and the waves that crash to-and-fro

I sing the song of my soul and my heart

and the green green grass of homeland

My hearts as red as this clay

while I’m making my way

learning my heart song is who I am.