Emlsigtmat (hear a ghost)
by Lola Corkum
Awti'j. The path lies before me.
Well trod by the ancestor's moccasins.
Grandmother's spirit nudges
like a gentle wind at my back.
A'tugwaqan. Stories of the People.
Passed down from generation to generation.
Emanating out like a ripple on the water
from a well thrown stone.
Gina'masuti. Knowledge is mine.
I venture forth in new found freedom
A young bird who has discovered
its wings and takes to the skies.
Lnu. First Nations I am.
Spririts of my ancestors envelope me
as a morning dew reaches out and
gently covers a newly opened flower.
This poem is dedicated to my grandparents,
Peter & Recinicus Oliver.