He Hawai'i Au Mau a Mau

                                                           He Hawai'i Au Mau a Mau

A Hawaiian I was born, as proud as my blood flows red. 

The Kings and Queens walked this land with their heads held high and never forsaking the Hawaiian man.

Along came the haoles, complacent as can be.

Changes were instilled and our culture altered, but not without a fight.The Kanaka Maoli did unite!

Down came the Hawaiian Kingdom, just like the Indians, the white man was to blame.

'Onipa'a ! cried the Queen, "stand for your country, stand for your heritage!"

Like Kamakani blows, within my veins flow, my heritage, my culture that no one can alter. I AM HAWAIIAN!

Love; curse or gift

Standing in the doorway like an outsider looking in at my life only seeing tears and pain.

Many times I cried and many times I've vowed

Never again to sustain my heart to sorrow and pain.

Hopelessly bound to loves tight grip,

It can be life's greatest gift,

Or life's cruelest curse.

Standing in the doorway,

With tears in my eyes,

At loving and not living,

Seeing and not touching,

Breathing and suffocating,

For the gift of love,

Once again has played its cruel game

It's prize is my heart full of pain.

written by sacheen kahele

Mom

Mom you have left this mans' land to go to the promise land. I really miss you, you are constantly in my thoughts. I will always remember you as the strong, vibrant, kolohe woman that you were. Our relationship had it's moments, but no matter what, we were always able to overcome them and apologize. I never stopped loving you even through the really bad times.

When you became ill, I didn't or couldn't see you as this weak woman. It was extremely hard for me. I wasn't used to seeing you so dependant on anyone.  You have always been so strong. I was kind of angry because I knew that your illnesses were because of the life style you chose to live. I think you knew it too, you would always would say " I brought this upon myself".

The night before you passed, we all knew it was close, but I didn't know it was my last night with you. I sometimes wonder, did you go to Charlotte's house to die?.Bret told me that that's what Indians would do, go somewhere off and die. I guess you lived up to your Indian heritage. I remember finding you in what looked like a comfortable sleep. I had a feeling you weren't there. That was the second time in my life that I saw someone who I loved die and my heart, you could probably hear it breaking. I could not believe that you were gone, it hurt so f#*$en much. It still does. I lost not only my mother, but my best friend.

I know you are at peace now, with no pain. I hope you are dancing (which was your favorite thing to do ) with Walter & dad up there.

I made the program for your service, I found a nice picture of wild horses that reminded me of you. I also copied "A Hopi Prayer" tht I read now and then.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints in the snow

I am sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet white doves in circled flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there, I did not die.