Lily, May 2021

Sometimes life can flatten our fluff

And seem to wither our size

Sometimes it feels like we don’t have enough

of the answers to questions that arise

But always to remember

that deep within our bones

Lives the memory of our ancestors

And that we are never alone

We are never separate

from the ones who’ve gone before

the Black Swans of our freedoms

the ones who fought

to hold the door

Hold it open for the passage

to a place of freedom and dreams

So that when it’s time

to replenish our spirits

We can trust in those marrow memories