and it's a gift from one of our sacred sisters, (in so many ways it is a gift). I can see the scene so vividly! Can't you?
"I wake up to the same mess each morning
Left over from the night before.
You are my alarm.
As I go to clean
you are my shadow,
my undoing, my teacher.
As I wipe the counters, throw away the trash and put away the last dish, I smile for I feel achieved.
I turn around to find you in the middle of the carpeted floor,
covered in rice, the entire box empty, you made it snow....
I am tired but it is love that makes me smile."
~ Sunkmanitu
Mother of three
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