When They Buried the Children — Abigail Echo-Hawk
When they buried the children
What they didn’t know
They were lovingly embraced
By the land
Held and cradled in a mother’s heart
The trees wept for them, with the wind
they sang mourning songs their mothers
didn’t know to sing
bending branches to touch the earth around them. The Creator cried for them the tears falling like rain.
Mother Earth held them until they could be found.
Now our voices sing the mourning songs.
With the trees. The wind. Light sacred fire ensure they are never forgotten as we sing JUSTICE.
