I where her like a cross or star,

Religiously around my neck.

Her shining, silver feathers give me strength—

Her beauty gives me grace—

Her love gives me courage—

To continue flying

On through storms of ignorance and hate.

When I feel the winds of resistance,

I meet them with resilience.

When I feel the flames of anger,

I meet them with honor.

When I feel the tears of hate,

I meet them with forgiveness.

When she’s draped around my neck

In turquoise heart and violet glory

It feels just like the warm embrace

Of my grandma whom I miss dearly.

My ancestors left this gift for me,

This token of their lives.

To hold and cherish,

To wear and love,

With dignity and pride.

Her silver feathers look like they could glide

On air forever.

With her as my wing

I feel as though I might soar

To heights unimaginable.

There, colors will be more vivid.

The air will be more warm.

The rivers will flow crystal clear.

And mountains will rise above.

The life she holds

Keeps me grounded

In both serenity and passion.

Thank you grandma.

I know you can here my words from where you are,

In that world more colorful than mine.

Thank you for grounding me.

For showing me light in the darkest of seas.

Thank you grandma for loving me,

No matter how shortly.