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They are my children

Blood of my blood

Bone of my bone.

They dwell in my skin

They live in my DNA

They are of me as surely as if I birthed them.

 

Their bodies in the earth now

Their names unwritten

Their stories untold

Far from home but not from hearts

Of those who birthed them and loved them

And named them.

 

Will we say their names

Learn their stories

Summon the will and courage

To have an honest look at ourselves

Or will we sigh with shame

And move on?

 

They are our children

We belong to them

And to their land

And they belong to us

It is time to learn their names

And bring them home.