Cree Poem
The poem "Signs" is a reflection of what I've been told how my family perceived me. My sister told me she always knew I would become a teacher because I played "school" with anyone I could. My sister was 18 years older than me.
SIGNS
by: Phyllis Murzyn
She came in January, very cold.
Not New Year’s Day,
although her mother tried.
Many said late was okay
She wasn’t planned anyway.
They loved her.
Later, in a house with many,
The signs began to appear.
She picked up early, reading and writing.
So many models to copy
The youngest progressed.
She wasn’t planned anyway.
They loved her.
The house expanded with another new face.
Finally, someone to play and teach
School was her favorite game.
Two little sisters, left to dream,
One went to college
One went to Hawaii.