
My heart still speaks kindness
Gianni Crow
after everything my eyes have witnessed,
echo this compassion to your generation.
Your blood is in my blood,
this same blood lived in the rivers of your ancestors’ hearts.
“Grandson remain strong, this life is just a dream.”
Grandfather, I will try,
yet I can’t help wanting to wake up from this dream,
my angry blood washing the coasts.
Shall I pull a kindness spirit from my skin,
to kindle a flame for our family to share,
after everything my eyes have witnessed?
Grandfather guide me,
with the compassion shared through our generations,
the pull of the river drags at my feet.
Shall I sheaf the knife of revenge,
the blood spilt, a burden for my own family,
to break this cycle that is second nature?
Grandfather, with great strength
I have listened to the tales too terrible and whispered
around the fire of too many ghosts.
Shall I calm the fires of desire,
douse the light, whilst holding on to the flames of culture,
to consider these words for my children?
Grandfather, now I understand the dream
as I beheld the eyes of my grandchildren, newborn at night
and the eyes of the celestials looked back
I shall commune with The Great Fisher
when summer is born again and pass on your compassion
“Grandson remain strong, this life is just a dream.”
I’m mixing Native American ideas in this poem, and I probably show a lack of understanding of different myths and stories. I was initially pulled in by the quoted lines of Gianni Crow.
Then, looking through different myths, I found the story of the titular Great Fisher – Gotchi Odjig and then, looking for related art to accompany this piece, discovered Daphne Odjig’s fascinating work. The attached piece is suitably titled ‘Listening (Homage to Grandfather series)’. Daphne Odjig’s prints are available here at the Bearclaw Gallery.
17th Jan 2025 – Shared with dVerse OLN #376











