How Old Is My Spirit
by Two Feathers
 
 
This poem I wrote for my daughters 7th birthday as it marks a wonderful learning time in her life.

When my spirit's story is told,
you will think I'm very old.
I remember when Mother Nature wore a smile,
now people litter every mile.
When all the medicine we'd ever need,
grew from just a seed.
I remember when the buffalo were by the hundred,
herds and herds sounds just like thunder.
And every little girl knew,
where all the wild flowers grew.
When my spirit's story is told,
you will think I'm very old.
I'm sure my spirit has been to heaven,
even though I'm only seven.

This was written from dreams she has asked me about, I wrote the poem to help her understand her dreams.

Twofeathers

First Opened: November 13, 2000
Revised: June 2004