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The Call
The call ~ a hoot owl by my window~
Telling me I must return home...
Long journey of many rivers
the prayer dance begins at the sea...
Praying for my mother on bended knee.
Murphys law detained me, and knew my name well,
before the sands of time saw me
and whisked me "farewell" at God's Speed,
As I prayed for my mother on bended knee...
3 times round Turtle Mountain
Circled smoke of my prayer to be seen
Giving my prayer dance the power
To be where the rains divide the seas,
As I prayed on bended knee
for ALL cancer to be gone!
Not just my mothers', but EVERYONES!
My mother found strength in my prayer
and her bravery still lives for me here,
So I can tell HER, "I Love you, Mom!"
Even though she answered the call.
June 1, 2004
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