Weaving my life in Canada

Thanks to mom who taught me to weave

To make my own bed by spinning and weaving of hammocks

To save my sanity I now weave my life away

Trying to integrate my life in a new culture

Thanks to my grandmother who enjoyed the colour scheming

In hammocks that she wove during her life

I find that weaving can be soothing to the soul

Memories come and go of the time I spent with you mom

In the rolling hills of the Rupununi sitting on a hill looking

Across the Savannah trying to spot the bullocks

Or

Walking along the dusty trails in the sunshine into the marshes for birth control herbs

Reciting the prayer of the nature herbal medicines

Or traveling along the mud of the trails during the rainy season

Where we can be stuck in muck for hours

In the pouring rain, and feeling the water soak into our skins,

How do I feel about those memories?

It can be cleansing and soothing to the soul

When I am homesick now it makes me feel closer to you mom

Here comes the sunshine through the window

Making me feel at home,

You have heard my longing for the warmth and glory of the sun

Thank you

Our souls can recall the feelings of the minds and heart.