Grandmothers, mothers, sisters, aunts,
thank you for wrapping your quilt
around my shoulders,
for remembering I am alive.
When the heart is comforted,
the mind is free to remember
colors of the rainbow,
clouds of hope.
Unconditional love,
a prize no one can steal,
a cure-all for the torn spirit.
Your words have value,
like an eagle they carry me
over mountains, rivers.
I listen and learn.