oskîsik
kohkominaw tipiskâwi-pîsim
nisitohtam
mitêh pakosêyihtamowin
kikiskisomik
ita kâ-tipêyihtâkosiyan
êkwa kapê
ta-wîcêwisk
ᐅᐢᑮᓯᐠ
ᑯᐦᑯᒥᓇᐤ ᑎᐱᐢᑳᐏ ᐲᓯᒼ
ᓂᓯᑐᐦᑕᒼ
ᒥᑌᐦ ᐸᑯᓭᔨᐦᑕᒧᐏᐣ
ᑭᑭᐢᑭᓱᒥᐠ
ᐃᑕ ᑳ ᑎᐯᔨᐦᑖᑯᓯᔭᐣ
ᐁᑿ ᑲᐯ
ᑕ ᐑᒉᐏᐢᐠ
The eye of
Grandmother Moon
So attuned
To the heart’s longing
Reminding
Of inherent belonging
And how
She’ll always see you through.
Poem in English by Heather Clear Wind, translated into Cree (y-dialect) by Solomon Ratt. Shared here with permission and thanks!
