My Nana
Never met my Nana...
She died before my birth
Always wished to meet her,
And all that she was worth.
The most beautiful woman
I’ve ever viewed in snaps,
Undeniably strong and for so long
Through the worst mishaps
I believe she knew I’d be here
Though we had never met,
I see it in her eyes
The specialness she kept.
Stolen from her mother
Just like her mothers’ past,
Sadness overwhelms me
Photographed to last.
With love she had her children
Though Aboriginals were prey,
One day it came and with no shame…
Took her girls away.
Perhaps I would had known her
If her life not been that hard,
The strongest for the longest
Though heart remained so scarred.
Intelligent she was
With languages diverse,
Did not stop the evil acts
Stemmed from white mans’ curse.
With fire she fought for humankind
Against the cruel and mean,
Shedding tears from missing years
My Nana, My Blood, My Queen.
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