I am offering this poem to you,



since I have nothing else to give.



Keep it like a warm coat



when winter comes to cover you,



or like a pair of thick socks



the cold cannot bite through,







I love you,







I have nothing else to give you,



so it is a pot full of yellow corn



to warm your belly in winter,



it is a scarf for your head, to wear



over your hair, to tie up around your face,







I love you,







Keep it, treasure this as you would



if you were lost, needing direction,



in the wilderness life becomes when mature;



and in the corner of your drawer,



tucked away like a cabin or hogan



in dense trees, come knocking,



and I will answer, give you directions,



and let you warm yourself by this fire,



rest by this fire, and make you feel safe







I love you,







It’s all I have to give,



and all anyone needs to live,



and to go on living inside,



when the world outside



no longer cares if you live or die;



remember,







I love you.





