Wise Woman

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Wise Woman,

you came to me in the darkness

on silent feet and spoke to me.


you watched me searching for the sky.

You heard my heart cry out for wings.

Your spirit,

strong and shining in the chaos,

guided your people with courage.

Your body,

healing from the wounds of science,

slipped through the shadows unnoticed.

You were there.

You gave to me a talisman

of freedom and vision and strength.


you knew my heart, you knew my soul.

You gave me wings of an eagle

wrapped in soft leather and beaded

by the hand of your grandmother

so that I might always be high.

You gave the gift of creation,

Wise Woman.




Copyright © Alexandra Lucas 2010

Photo by HB Mertz on Unsplash


Wise Woman — 8 Comments

  1. I do hope my grandchildren will write the same about me one day. I enjoy the read, Alexandra. I actually read it twice and thought you were fortunate. I had a lot of respect for my grandmothers, but never felt close to them.

  2. Thank you, Martie. There is so much wisdom that comes with living, day by day, year by year, and this is what is passed down to the younger generation if only we listen. The wonderful woman in this poem was grandmother to an entire tribe. The feather that you see on the side of this page is the feather in this poem. The pen part was added in photoshop 🙂

  3. Loved your poem! My Grandmother was such an influence in my life. I learned so much from her. She was an amazing woman and I loved her so much.

  4. Thank you, Susan! This moment is one I will never forget—such wisdom and such love! We are so fortunate to have known such wonderful women.

  5. Thank you, Wayne. This woman was a Chief and led her people even as she lay in hospital. I will never, ever forget her courage and strength.

  6. I knew only one of my grandmothers and for only a short time of my very young life, but I guess I sought out substitute grandmothers when I was growing up, plus my own mother was older, like a grandmother in some ways. I think it is vital for women to share and pass along whatever wisdom, humor, guts and love of life they’ve gained to younger women, whether blood-related or not! Thank you for this lovely poem! I love it.

  7. Thank you, Nellieanna! The wonderful woman in this poem is related to me in spirit only, yet has lived in my heart as if she were indeed my own grandmother. Her gift to me is immeasurable and the feather will be passed on when the time is right. I’ve never forgotten her courage and her kindness.

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