Poem: Why Can't You Hold the Baby

Why can't you hold the baby,
My tears are like sticky glue,
That with my fingers I touch these trees,
In our territory,
The ancestors listen,

My tears have a message,
Meaning,
Trauma,
Why can't you hold the baby,

The pine needles mesh and mold into the Earth,
The ancestors listen,

Cedar trees,
A circle,
The ancestors listen,

My tears I wipe on the bark of these pines,
My tears I wipe on the birch bark,
Tearing at the old,

Its dangerous,
Healing is,
Why can't you hold the baby.