She glided through the forest
making sure all the twigs were broken
And all the pretty leaves picked off the trees
She ran on the field chasing chickens to catch
She rushed through all her grandmother's things, finding the best and refusing to take it off
She made sure the sky knew her name
She knew the buffalo as her friends
And her doll is the one she could take to church
She knew her passions
She had no weaknesses
She had a glass of warm milk before bed
With the same book every night
She begged to stay
not wanting to go home
home, where her mom was
home,e where she couldn't go through her mom'sjewelleryy
home, where she was caged within a yard
home where there were no fieldsorf forests
home, where it was prayer, and straight to bed
home
a place she never thought of at home
because her home was outside
Her home was the jewellery she went through for hours
Her home was those leaves she collected and gave to her grandmother to put inside books
Her home was warm milk and a book about animals being themselves
Her home was her grandmother's
Her home is her grandmother's
She demanded the window be down in the car
She is me
I am she