In a cramped little kitchen
filled with laughter and smiles
I sit at the table with 2 nokomisinonnig
Their long, straight, grey hair
pulled loosely behind them
while wrinkled round faces
look sweetly down at me
One of them begins by drawing the eye
to a beautifully quilted, coat that she wears
running her fingers along stitched designs
of silver grey stars over universe seams
The other now shows me the coat that she wears
soft to the touch with an apricot hue
and shaking the coat and making it billow
I see a new story begin to unfold
Some people write books while others may carve
some people sing, while others might dance
but these little old ladies who sit in their kitchen
show me the way, they share their own stories
* Nokomisinonnig (Grandmothers)
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