My Granddaughter
I brag a quarter Indian
Lakota and Cherokee
It’s on her other side I know in fact
She’s no more than a sixteenth though she looks at least half
With dark brown hair black eyes of almonds
Golden skin
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen
Perfect teeth fingers and toes
Of prehistoric determination
She climbs like a monkey
Stalks and attacks like a hunter warrior
Calls herself a tom boy yet comes home
With sticks and stones to make a fire
She can, by herself at five
Put on all my jewels
She picks the beaded pieces first
The neck shawl black and red
Green and white
For a moment she holds it right under her eyes
It covers her nose mouth and chin
She says, “can I keep it like this?” be the most exotic queen of Sheba,
Cleopatra or perhaps Scheherazade
We think as she lays the abalone necklace
On top of her head
Both wrists in bracelets one from Aunt Shirlee one from Auntie Pat
She repeats the names as I tell her
One after another
Where all the pieces came from
“My Granddaughter” is reprinted from Born & Raised to Be (2007).
Abbie Miller was born in Okanogan County in 1957, grew up and lives in the Methow Valley, where she raised her family as a single mother. Her ancestors were some of the original pioneers of North Central Washington. Her grandchildren are the seventh generation to live in Okanogan County; the fifth to be on her place in Carlton. She lives in what was once her grandfather’s barn, and writes in the old coop, on the farm, where she and her husband keep bees. Abbie considers herself a folk poet, has performed her poems many times and has been a regular contributor to the Methow Valley News. Her first collection is Born & Raised to Be (2007).