Felted piece
Into the light July 31, 2007
I only found my biological father 18 months ago in just over a year he was gone. I only had a year to know him, no sooner had I found him than I lost him once more. But in finding him I found a missing part of myself and in that he gave me so much. He touched my heart and still remains there. I painted this picture just before he died. Our paths crossed for a few precious moments, two free spirits on our journeys through life. Now he journeys on into the light.
In this poem I remember him.
Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
Makah Indian Poem
