“Earth Teach Me Suffering As Old Stones Suffer With Memory”
Native American (Ute) prayer.
“Mom: Why is there so much pain in my bones?”
“Don’t cry, boys don’t cry!” Slap. Silent, I groan.
Bones, suffer with memory like old stones,
til all your pains turn to beautiful poems
enduring as stone--building happy homes.
09-10-8
“Mom: Why is there so much pain in my bones?”
“Don’t cry, boys don’t cry!” Slap. Silent, I groan.
Bones, suffer with memory like old stones,
til all your pains turn to beautiful poems
enduring as stone--building happy homes.
09-10-8
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