We once lived close to her. We knew the smell of her, we took care of her, and in turn she gave us life.
Some days she would come bearing fruits of thanksgiving to our doorstep. Foreign items we didn’t know we needed until she brought them to us.
We, the children of Tarkwa Bay Island, benefited the most from these gifts. As a new baby, my mother got from her a dream catcher she placed over my cot. My hands would stretch out to touch it.
As an adult I could remember the dream catcher hanging over my head, slipping into my dreams and drawing me into the water.
Ejiro Elizabeth Edward is a bipoc female artist. She is the winner of Antoa Poetry Contest 2021. She has been published in Hoax, Down River Road, Isele, Poetrycolumn, Consequence Forum, and Native Skin. She is a reader for Chestnut Review.