I speak to you, my Irish peasant ancestor
I speak to you, my Mohawk shaman
I speak to you, those women who bore the child
Then died
All thousands of you.
You who begot me
You who bore me
You whose eyes I now possess
And pray that from your cells
And from your journey
I may then beget to life
And to humanity
Your ongoing love
Diane Findlen Garrow

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