“Creator, show me how good it can get”
Tyana shares her mantra with me
I observe my chosen sister shape her life
From humble beginnings
To sacred connection
At home in the earth
Barefoot; anchored
Vibrant rays beam from her countenance
In summer we lay outside in the sun
My skin and hers deepen in colour
While we have heart chats
and overcome true obstacles
Her laugh makes me laugh in the best way
An incandescent sound
Rich with aliveness
Honoured to be welcomed
Into her world
Teaching me how to smudge
Cleanse my body and mind
Sacred swirls of smoke undulate
Twining towards heaven
At the same time
Blasting hip hop in her jeep
Fashionable and confident
When I first met her
She was a spark of joy
In a sea of debauchery
To find such a spirit flitting about a casino
Was a jarring dichotomy
Carrying trays and patrolling stages
A changeling morphing to suit each role
She expands constantly
Encircling souls and animals
Nurturing and protecting
A myriad of nieces and nephews
Their mother too lost to do the same
Her compassion for family
Too great to be self preserving
Against old demons
She visits her Kokum’s bones in the soil
And her spirit in the sky
Tyana prays to the creator
While her grandmother
Looks over her
As proud as I am
Of my beautiful friend
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Love is one time
I'm so sorry but who is Kokum? Loved your poem!