on your breath

is wild rice, salmon and three sister soup

calling me home

in your hair

is smokey sweetgrass, cedar and sage

leading me home

on your skin

are lakes, rivers, creeks and oceans

bringing me home

anishnaabe kwe your beauty

is the rising sun’s rays moving along rocks

your laugh is wind in the trees

anishnaabe kwe

i celebrate you

dedicated to all life-givers.

remember who you are and celebrate who you are as women.

may you all be protected, celebrated and remembered.