Beth Ann

My stories

are kept in the heart of my ancestors
along the shores of Lake Superior

Standing on sacred ground
in front of a tall tree
adorned with memories and tobacco ties
to my friend and cousin Beth Ann

I am feeling love
and comfort
and peace 
I look up
my head tilted all the way up to the sky

I hold my hands up in the air
my heart is open
rain drops come glistening down from the sky
followed by snow
hail
and wind

I stay until the sky clears
I am at peace

I have come here for clarity and leave with my heart filled