“What will I make of great worth, of great worth.
What will I make of great worth?
My grandma made quilts,
she stitched with her fingers.
They kept me so warm through the night.
My mother created spaces for learning,
My father made space for wonder and prayer.
What will I create of great worth,
What will I create of great worth?
Now I’ve lost the quilts, the books and the papers,
And I’ve lost a home for my prayer.
But I still have songs from my ancestors ancient,
Passed down by my family with care.
I know not their names, their language, their faces,
But I have their melodies here.
And I will sing songs of great worth…
What will I create of great worth?”
