By Deb Anderson-Pratt, October 15, 2012

As a little girl I cried “God”
as thoughts of how i could
end the pain of all abuse
verbal, mental, physical, sexual
Momma’s God held my hand saying
“I am here my child in everything”

As an adolescent I cried “God”
as thoughts of how i could
wipe away the words he told
me as he used my body “you’re
just a dirty Indian, nobody will care”
Momma’s God held my hand saying
“I am here my child in everything”

As a young woman I cried “God”
as I struggled to escape the abusive
relationships I always got stuck in,
trying to understand why they couldn’t
just love me without the violence
Momma’s God held my hand saying
“I am here my child in everything

As I grow older I cry “Creator”
as I strive to overcome the grief
of losing my parents, my sisters,
my niece, my grandmother, great
grandmother, uncles and others
My Creator holds my hand saying
“I am here my child in everything”

Dedicated to Mary Malita Pratt
August 2, 1930 – July 2, 2009