Cherokee mother

For Native American Heritage month, I want to share this poem about the mothers who came before my grandmothers….✨💖

Hatfield Country

Dad was born in Southeastern Kentucky, in the heart of Hatfield country. Grandma Hatfield lived down there, and when we would visit, my sister and I and a bunch of cousins would pile into an uncle’s pickup truck to go places, rollin’ round those old corkscrew mountain roads and having a blast 🙂

Heritage (Haiku)

I’m a musician who discovered that she is 40% Scottish. Yes, I hear the fiddles and flutes (and sometimes bagpipes ; )

Deep-rooted

I may not have been born in the mountains, but my sister and I spent a lot of time there, as you may remember from my poems about our visits to Grandma Hatfield’s house. Those mountains remain in my spirit and my soul, and reside in my DNA!