Poet Warrior stood at the doorway of time. She held the child of the seventh generation in her arms Adjusted the soft blanket to see her face To glimpse what this one was bringing with her to share, In the way she took every child, grandchild, and great-grandchild Into her arms to welcome them, to bless them During her time walking on the earth. Poet Warrior smiled as she thought: she looks Japanese. She resembled her daughter Rainy. Poet Warrior sang into the baby a song that would give her strength, And sustenance, would always call her ancestors to stand behind her No matter the trials, no
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