once I was a maiden and I had a poets heart
that attempted odes sonnets haiku and verse…
…oh goanna lizard beetle worm
possum wallaby kangaroo fern,
oh wombat bandicoot bird and glider
snake nest flower spider…
then I became mother and gained a warriors heart
unflinchingly baring my breast and wiping bottoms
next came the introduction to the sacred places
shepherding children up rocky knolls to dream on full moon nights
swimming in cold rivers
camping miles from shop or television
bringing home wounded birds echidna wombat
teaching respect and kindness
planting seeds gathering fruits
singing the songs and praying the prayers.
now I am crone
I am grandmother
and it is a wisdom heart empowered with joy and plenty sorrow.
listening to the earth
She calls me to response
to weave her story into your story so that you may know her
as mother and as home.
and so I offer my heartspeak
my place within this forest
my space within this earth
my words within this story
to you and you and you
that together gratitude and respect may once again flow.