With a little imagination We all have everything we need Nothing is lacking...ever
Once I needed a mother And I needed to be a mother And out of the ethers she came A big, dark, indigenous woman Nurturing, protecting Speaking words of wisdom She is still with me Knitting, crocheting Cooking, baking, making dolls She will never leave me
Then I needed a job And poof! the nurse came She did the hard work She stayed to keep us housed and fed She jumped through society's hoops The demands of the job were many Then, one day--her strength ran out She took her stethoscope and left I was glad to see her go
The nature lover also lives here She is me as a young child And me as an older woman She talks to the trees And dances to birdsong She makes me rose tea And cares for the critters
And an activist lives here She champions for the vulnerable, The environment, the animals As her voice gets louder, so does mine Soon she will leave When I can speak my own truth
And an old mystic lives here He has studied the greatest thinkers And has opened hidden doors And showed me the stairway to heaven So I wouldn't fear death He taught me how to receive the ethers And change them into words He is very quiet in a corner Reading or writing I find his poems everywhere
Then an artist moved in And painted on walls Not afraid to bend the rules She draws geometrics for my mystic She paints flowers for my nature lover She writes slogans for my activist And designs with fabric for my mother ...and her mosaics are for me
To show me how to connect My broken pieces And make something beautiful...