Tuesday, April 5, 2011

ten little indians

One little, two little, three little Indians…four little, five little, six little…The beat of the drums rings in my ears.  My ancestors are calling to me, but I do not answer.  It’s not that I don’t, it’s that I can’t.  I yell, I scream, but nothing.  I am here, please come to me I cry, the quiet response is deafening.

“and then Nanabush turned…” said Ashley.   The children’s laughter was a relief to her.  Did they understand her?  Did they know what it all meant because she barely did?