Cat's Cradle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cat's cradle

Archaeologists discovered
Artefact of clay
Of a barn with a pen
For house-held animals.

Had dream that the ones
That were there, from mud
Pig and sheep, cooked, dry
Of the goats and donkey,
Horse, mustang and pony
Talked with me, were alive.

Patiently I sat and
Heard them each
Lecture, talk…

They told me stories
Of their past, before this,
And parents, ancestors…

Every word and letter
That I heard from them
Added to the puzzle…

Looked like cat's cradle!

Felt every of comments
Acted as one thread
Up and down, straight,
With left-right sequence
Fast for eye and vision…

My friend, First Nation
That grew on Reserve
Looked at me in wonder:
"We are same, brother…"

White meant to kill culture,
Took the kids to sent them
To schools and fosters,
They ended with neither!