The Gift

Standing at the edge
of a creek
she called “Grandmother’s”
she leaned down
and from the waters
plucked a sacred stone

Rising up she turned
saying
“This one was calling
your name”
and she gave it
to me.

A sacred stone
from Grandmother’s
creek
flowing through
Grandmother’s land

a place of
quiet beauty
at the foot of sacred
mountains
where once buffalo
roamed and a
graceful
tribal people
lived in peace
at one
with heaven
and earth
~
I am ever grateful
for the gift you gave to me
my Old Friend
when you
invited me to
Wyoming
and shared
the mountains and
the wheel and most of all
introduced me
to Jean.

I love you
mc

The Gift

mary catherine young

San Antonio, United States

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This poem goes with a photo I color enhanced as a gift this Christmas to my friend Cindy who years ago introduced me to Jean.

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