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Storyteller
Yesterday, I asked to be beautiful. Today, I petition to be made strong like my squat, sturdy storyteller doll, a treasure from a vacation long past. Excited children scamper up and down over her great work horse of a body. Sitting resolute through sunshine and rain, she speaks of her people's history. At the end of the day there is a space, a rare perfect moment of in-between. I invite my grandchildren to my lap to tell them what I have learned of this life. That I know the world has heart and meaning, that we each have a place where we have never been wounded, and each ending is but a beginning. Author's note: Storyteller dolls are clay figures, originally crafted by the Pueblo tribes. They are of a man or woman, mouths open, to represent the transmission of stories and oral history, and most frequently have children, listening, scampering over their bodies. Written for: "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest"
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