I will rock myself today in lullabies for babes like a newborn in my mother's arms as she whispers from her grave, with an anthem from the angels you can never be alone - oh my lovely daughter sing on my dear, sing on. The rhythm of my feet despite their leftward beat will move in father's arms oh child you are strong. Braver than you think move forward yes move on. The dance is never over, the music is never done. The ancestors are streaming through the bones of arms and feet, in lock step with my people I will move and then I'll grieve. I will lean upon their love, find strength in fathoms deep, and then I'll be the child who prays before she sleeps.
poetry I have written
Anne's mediocre poetry 