Photograph courtesy of Kirstie Watson
As the sun begins to set in the west,
dark eyes greet the skies in a wish for the best —
dreams that may drift into this time and space;
visions that speak of a future someplace.
From a mountain high in the midst of life,
she sees herself as a motherly wife;
a daughter, a sister, a friend she is, too.
The Great Spirit knows what she has been through.