Crow Squaw Had Healing Hands
White feather was warned Crow Squaw was insane
Crazy in the head, some said
Speaks tongues, think it’s from Father Sky
He had never met her before today
The day he died
But came back to life
After she found him on the battlefield
And found a tiny pulse
She took him home and nurtured him
In the old ways
The ways of the ancestors
The ways of Father Sky
He never let anyone say unkind things about her to him again
A survivor who recognized the magic healing in her hands
And the empathy in her heart
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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