A Mother's Warmth
by Ken "Rainbow Cougar" Edwards
(verse is on inside left, right side is blank)
Hush thee and sleep, little one,
The feathers on thy board sway to and fro;
The shadows reach far downward in the water,
The great old owl is waking,
day will go.
Mother watches always o'er her little one,
The great owl cannot harm you, slumber on
Till the pale light comes shooting from the eastward,
And the twitter
of the birds says night is gone.
A Wyandot Cradle Song
The ones that matter most are the children,
They are the true Human Beings.
-American Indian Proverb