Sitting here with my daughter between my knees, I braid her hair, One by one I place the lucky shells in her hair.I hear the call and response in my village..
The roll was being called.
This gathering was different,
The drums tell us we must gather
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Your longing for going back to the time before 'they came' has so eloquently been expressed in the poem! Loved your description. Of which place and culture have you written about, here in this poem?
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THERE /THEIR MY TYPO NEEDS EDIT.