Yellow Corn Pollen

July 26, 2025

Placing prayers in your first
birthday fire.
Adding the ashes to your bath water,
surrounding your belly button,
and on the sole's of your feet.

Singing medicine
into the milk
which nurtures you,

Feeding you
with seeds
who contain the Ancestral Memories,
and who grow your body
with all of the benevolent qualities,
therein.

Cleansing your first slippers,
embroidering a straight arrow,
not only on the sole,
but also on your Soul
so that
you never stray too far
from the Corn Pollen Path.

Every blanket,
and tiny medicine bundle
were sewn with a prayer
in every stitch,
and fastened
with my tear drops
upon your brow.

Blessing and protecting
all four corners
of your sacred
and precious
body.

We were so intertwined,
far beyond time and space.
Arteries and veins in your chord
swaddled our shared
blood, milk, and tears
like your cradleboard.

All the seasons
I have fought
to cherish
this Life with you,
and also survive.

The moments and seconds
I was focused on paying,
rather than paying attention to you.

And look now,
inching our way
to the edge of
your forever,
while I'm unexpectedly sobbing
because now that we're here
there's so much i thought
we still had time
to learn together.

The honor
to be your Mother
is indescribable
in this language
and I'll never attempt
to clip your wings.

Just PLEASE

always remember,

and be safe,

AND SING.

Our deseos will always
be with you,
praying for you
con cada respiro....
trusting
that it worked
when we prayed into your birthday fire,
and put the ashes in your umligo.

©BrittanyJWilson