Kith of my soul
Matriarch of my bones
You tended a heart
Born from your womb
A balm for a volcanic mind
You kept me free from medicine men
Where your riches were few
You found treasures in your children
And if I were to live
Until my hundredth year or more
A lifetime’s passage to be born again
In my sixtieth year
I will dance the waltz of a dizzy spin
In thanks to you
For a love I have lived
And found deep in my heart
You tended so well!
The story of the book of my life
It’s chapters you embrace
Mother the great soul giver!