"Pray that God may preserve the little Metis nation, and cause it to grow... and remain faithful to its mission. During five years thatI must pass in exile, I have only this to say to the Metis Nation , remain Metis people, become more Metis than ever." Louis Riel 1875

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Dad

When I was small
And life made me blue;
A big hand would lift me
And it always was you.

When I was a teen
And life got too tough;
A big hand would help
It was you, sure enough.

When I had my chilren
And the wall would close in;
You'd come 'round the corner
You could always make me grin

Now my children are grown
And I'm a grandma too;
Now it's become my turn
And it's because there was you!

Being a grandma, it's so clear
And I want mine to know;
What's a wonderful feeling
Knowing....It always was you!

Copyright ©March 5, 1994 Dee Johnston