Talking

 

Talking on June 30th, 2021 from coast to coast

is an excellent initiative or just a show off face

to ease one's conscience of the atrocities committed

by certain people on poor defenseless humans 

(children) mostly. 

As a mother or a father, a relative or a member

of a family or community having your children

taken away mostly by force in the name of a belief

just to destroy them, abusing mentally and physically

with the assurance that it would kill them is the

most atrocious crime a person can commit.

Not enough that they inflicted death they buried

these children in mass graves with no identification

visible and then making these deaths journals disappear

so no one could prove anything. 

Little did these people know that those children who

had the good fortune to escape those residential schools,

have a strong memory & told their stories for generations

without being believed by the authorities of the time.

Sure today that all this is coming to life, WE all say

how can that be... surely there is a mistake somewhere!

But the mass graves are spitting out their secrets to

the world and our country can't deny it anymore.

The only people who deny it is the ones who were

responsible for this genocide, yes a real genocide

of native people who could not defend themselves

and they paid the price. So sure let's talk about it

today, but WILL WE REMEMBER IT TOMORROW.              

When is old - enough...

Hello everyone it's glorious that

summer is just a few hours away.
But with it only those it bring a change
in nature with it's bright colors,
new growths, older ones dying to be
replaced with new ones, the sky
is limpid blue with a few fluffy clouds
to make little shadows on our 
mountains, lakes, rivers and ponds,
but it makes the sound of birds even
more joyful to listen to and not
be taken aback by the normal traffic
on air or ground.
Now I come to the point..
"I had a neighbor for the last 50 years
who was very cordial and smiley.
In the last 3 or 4 years she fell in the
house and broke a hip, then she fell
again and had pelvis broken.  As you
can see dear reader, old age is not always
very friendly, but this LADY told her
children to be placed in a residence and
ever since, she goes shopping, plays cards
read newspaper, talks with her 5 generation
who adore her and this last week they
celebrated her 114ht     birthday, but at that
age   one day is not enough to gather all her
children,grandchildren,great grandchildren,
great-great grandchildren,  114ht birthday 

party lasted a WHOLE WEEK.

Bless you Cecile and hope to be able to come
and celebrated your 115ht birthday next June
with you. 

Imagination

Imagination is the result of a 

free speach of your brains,
not controlled by anyone but 
yourself. 
So be creative and don't be 
afraid to show it, you (brain) is

original and as such no one can

produce your thinking, you ideas,

your feelings, it's you and your

creations.... 

215 roses

If only 215 red roses could dry up the tears

of 215 families who have lost their children

and found in a mass grave.

Their only crime was for being 

born to indigenous parents.

But it was their land, their lives

and their own way of life.

Who were we to demand to educate

and make them to reflect our 

christians believes.  

Last week these parents hoped that

one of these 215 children was one that

was theirs, yes reader it was an unmarked

grave, so the sorrow still exists even today

at the site of this grave and no one really

knows how many or where they are of 

these children of the land are ...

A resume : 

From 1883 to 1996, nearly 150,000 Indigenous children were separated from their families, often by force, and sent to the government-funded, church-run schools in an attempt to assimilate them. There, many faced neglect and physical and sexual abuse. Speaking Indigenous languages and practicing their traditions were forbidden.

 

 

A loss

"There is no greater sorrow
 than to recall happiness in time of misery".... Dante

Dear reader, I just found out that a person

that I had never met in my life lost the 

greatest battle a human has to face. 

Honestly I have never heard of this person

a week before her passing.  

A friend from across the ocean said "You live

in the same province as dear friend and poet and

is at the end of her earth voyage.  I enquired as to

who she was and was directed to her poetry blog,

I did try to e-mail believing she was still at home

and going through chimo therapy so I said why 

not see if a conversation or a few words of encouragement

would have helped her a little.  No answers to my

e-mails, so I just had a taught every once in a while

of her and in my way wishing her a good day.

But after a week I was told that she passed away

just letting life slip through her fingers.  It must have

been so sad for her children not to be able to say

goodbye to their mom, hold her hand and help her

in the last effort to cross that door of no return.

Why did I choose these flowers for her, 

"let's say that for me it's like these flowers

stand tall on a battle ground and re-flourish every year

to remind us of their resilience and beauty 

that play with the wind of life. 

 

Heart beat = Life

No comments, 

no feelings

happiness

for my beating heart.

 

NB: this is not my creation, 
if author recognizes itself, please
let me know & I will give you full
credit.

Life is a bitch ... continued

 click to listen  ........> Open you heart 

continued...

One would hope for a bright future
not realizing that it's full of punches,
curves, joy and sorrows.
We in this country that I call mine
where my roots are not  part of this
earth, but that I love dearly for giving
me my hard earned bread and butter,
there's a nag that's been with me for
a very long time.  "Discrimination" 
for those who are not of the same color,
the same mother tongue or believes.

Little did I know that for me and my

descendants we will never be considered

natives.  But who are the natives of this

land?

The civilized world came and destroyed

a nation, it's people, it's culture.  The 

people of cloth were the most ..... of all

people.  Maybe not their fault since they

obeyed the laws in their luggage and 

believed they were the gods of this

new found land. 

Wars, massacres, disputes, genocides

occurred and still today in the 21st century

some close their eyes and ears: 

"It's not my problem... I live good, let

others fight it".  Have you stopped and

looked around....

Forward to today:

When I think about it,  I am not 

surprised to have heard about the 

215 innocent children found in mass

graves just because they were not my

color, spoke my tongue, believed in the

laws of the nature.  Were just treated

with disregard and buried without a trace

or dignity.

WE WERE THE GENERATIONS OF THE

JUST AND AS SUCH JUSTIFIED OUR

ATROCITIES towards ANGELS OF THE

NEW FOUND LAND.

to be continued....