She gave to me a sacred thing,
From a tribal reservation;
A feather from a spirits wing.
A gift that caused my soul to sing
And she earned my admiration.
She gave to me a sacred thing,
With a love and strength increasing,
She’s the mother of creation.
A feather from a spirits wing.
She saved my soul from wandering,
She’s the mother of adoration.
She gave to me a sacred thing.
I now have one to whom I cling,
She keeps me from temptation.
A feather from a spirits wing.
She accepted me within her ring
And into the Cheyenne nation.
She gave to me a sacred thing;
A feather from a sprits wing.
Adding your comment:
Adore this form~ penned flawlessly- Gosh You have Inspired me to try this~
