Poem – "Nookomis"

My grandmother & I at the Detroit Zoo

by Jennifer Patino

I’m sifting through ashes early;
July is on the horizon and I
will miss you again
I can’t blame death
when you taught me
that it doesn’t really exist
I see your spirit too
every time I dare to glance
at my aging eyes
I notice your hair
is growing underneath mine
like crimped crow feathers
I hear your voice
when I speak on things
the Creator whispers to me
Nookomis, can you see me?
I’m here still, hanging on,

alive and dreaming

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