I know the grave is not where you reside,
your spirit, love, walks with me as my guide.
With spiritual whispers I feel your hand,
gently guiding me towards that etheral land.
And though sometimes I feel alone and sad,
I know you are there, as always, Dad.
Mitakuye Oyasin
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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