Tho'ts in Booth 75

The phases are moving much too quickly 
And sometimes I lose an entire season 
Did the earth below just wobble a bit 
Or did I lose balance for some other reason 

I don’t want to think it could be a man 
Or lack of forementioned that I’m losing a grip 
Course many could clap and rejoice at the thought 
That perhaps Creator is steering my ship 

Just think of the freedom if we didn’t need plans 
No master manipulators ready-made kit 
That showed all the angles to play and to bet on 
And all that I had was spontaneous wit 

But tomorrow I’ll ponder on the science of life 
And how it has changed since I’m not a wife 
For now I just sit and watch people all day 
And fantasize re men who stroll by my way 

There were three that were luscious 
Or at least I tho’t so 
And we chatted and laughed 
Til they all had to go 

A young man who cried when he saw Raven’s Shield 
It moved him so deeply and I wondered why 
But it seemed real personal and I didn’t pry 

Then the man who came back time and again 
He said that my booth was relieving his pain 
Or the quiet man with whom I talked for an hour 
Got tearful and trembled when I just touched his shoulder 

And today the most delightful young twosome 
Exchanged wits, good stories and teased me and thensome 
He said I was having far too much fun 
I should be cranky and tired and begging for sun  

But how can I grumble when folks are so nice 
They all love my work in spite of the price 
A Gallery, two designers and a store from M. Island 
All like the quality they think comes from my hand 

Course I know it’s Grandmother who inspires my work 
And guides all my strokes so my hand doesn’t jerk 
She helps the rabbit and hawk come alive 
I give thanks for the talent, the patience and drive 

Everyone wonders whose Natives blood I’ve got 
If I’m Mohawk or Huron, Ojibwa and what 
I say that there’s Cheyenne and Shawnee in part 
But it’s Pa’Ris’Ha’s lineage that nurtures my heart 

Some people question the symbols and such 
For others, the leather they just want to touch 
But regardless the reason they stop at my place 
There’s wonderful stories behind every face 

Til the next nifty person catches my eye 
I’ll just nibble on grapes and salmon on rye."