Poem for Orange Shirt Day
By Colleen Gauvin
When they buried the children
What they didn't know
They were lovingly embraced
By the Land.
The Land Mother Earth as we know it
Held and cradled in a Mother's heart.
The trees wept for them
With the wind they sang mourning songs
Their mothers didn't know how to sing
bending branches to touch the earth around them.
The Creator cried for them
The tears falling like rain
Mother Earth held them
Until they could be found.
Now our voices sing the mourning songs
with the trees, the wind.
Light sacred fires, ensure they are
never forgotten as we sing Justice.