There’s Something I’ve Kept

There’s Something I’ve Kept

By Michele Habel-Coffey


There’s something I’ve kept

A remnant, a thread

A paper thin stub

Tucked inside a pocket


Not inside a thin book

Not inside a small box

But inside a small mind

Full of fear like the pox


There’s something I’ve kept

To remind me of you

There’s something I’ve kept

From some moments of truth

Full of love and of youth

It’s something…

Bame-wa-wa-ge-zhik-a-quay: A Native Star


Native Star

By Michele Habel-Coffey

Woman of the Stars Rushing Through the Sky

Eyes cast down upon the blue

Native daughter, filled with Muse

The sacred birch was made for you

To them you sang your spirit songs

Spinning tales like spider’s webs

Glistening with the Northern dew

Dancing with the flows and ebbs

Of greatest lakes with tides that pull

And push upon your countenance

Tis the moon that had its way with you

And led you to this happenstance

But neither sun nor moon gave greater light

Than the prose of fairest Leelinau

Her words they fell like gentle  flakes

And did land atop the whitest snow

Where her footfalls left a path

Showing, leading, guiding  through

The darkened forests of new lands

Back to sacred Manito