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.