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Kokum's Gift

Kokum is old
Her mind is far away
Living in the glorious past
When she was very young
Remembering the doll
Her Kokum made for her
Sewn with the same hands
That rocked her cradle
And taught her the skills
That would be required
To take her place within
The great society that would
Form her way of life
To ensure the traditions
And teachings are continued
This she has done and now
Holding the tattered doll
In her hands smiles and
With dignity lays down to rest