
Sun ripples over Easter’s hair
long after
her great great grandmother’s footsteps
are plucked
from Africa’s mangroves
and stuck
like a pair of wild oysters
near the Oconaluftee River.
No use brushing maize off stolen finger tips.
Color sticks like the sound of grand father flutes in grand mother ears,
steam rises
above swamp milk weed and Yellow Lady’s Slippers
around an old nest in a Sweet gum tree
where mourning doves coo to one another,
lay eggs.
Outside her homestead
bare toes tap mixed blood jigs.
After da is done trading furs
he will come home
Amazing poetry and beautiful photo dear Kae
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Thank u so much John… the picture is not mine… but… one of my grandfathers talked about being Cherokee.. but no one took him seriously … recently I did DNA testing on several sites and turns out Granpas stories weren’t just stories .. a lot more Native American ancestory showed up than I expected … looks like grandpa was at least half… so I have been praying and thinking a lot about what this means … why was this practically hidden and not rejoiced over etc etc…finding out on his side … I am mixed… thanks for reblog 🙂
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The Cherokee nation. A powerful tribe. Own language and powerful Native American tribe. You are welcome Kae. The Cherokee held their land in North Carolina. A beautiful place.
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Thank u John:). Your words are kind…
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This is so tender and touching…Amazing about uncovering Native American roots and the rediscovery of the beauty of this culture I have been noticed from several writers now! I used to live in America, growing up, and that aspect of the culture and history has always stayed with me. Thank you for sharing!
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Hello! What a fun surprise to see your comments:) Thank you for commenting. Since posting this I have discovered that although I did find my grandfather’s brother on the Dawes, I also discovered that the majority of my Native DNA results turned out to be Mayan, Chichimec… The surprising amount of Native in my results caused me to ask questions, upon which the true heritage of my biological father was revealed. Crazy stuff, but turns out my biological father was a first generation Mexican/ Native who gave me ancestry from several west coast tribes on the continent, the strongest being Mayan and Chichimec. Might I ask where you live now?
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Hello! 😀
Wow wow wow, that is seriously fascinating. What a special thing for you to uncover. Good for you for asking questions and diving deeper! And what are the chances, I have some Mexican/Native Mayan blood as well!!
I don’t think I have ever heard of the Chichimec people, I will be doing some research to learn more.
We’re in the UK now! 😀 The other half of my family is Celtic ❤ 😉
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Hahaha! Would you believe my maternal side is mainly English and Irish:)
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No way that’s so neat!!! 😀 *high fives*
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Lol and since replying to your comment I have learned that your blog is strikingly similar to my daughter’s calling on Stephanie’s Ninth Suitcase:) So much respect… 🙂
Thank you for the Birthday wish:) Stephanie is very excited about the purpose of your blog and the truth in your posts.
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Yes, I was so delighted to land upon your daughter’s blog and have just subscribed via email now! Wow, I am really impressed with it, and her about page with value and review methods is an inspiration.
Thank you both for all your kind words!!! It really means so much. I’m excited to read more of yours and Stephanie’s work as well 😀
Shalom!
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Happy Erev! Stephanie and I are discussing your blog over here:) It seems as though Stephanie’s Ninth Suitcase has found a doppelgänger in yours:)
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Oh my 🙂 I am very happy to have found a blogging twin 😉 ❤ It's cool to see the different expressions of the same mission! 🙂
Have a lovely evening both of you ❤
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