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Wanda Marie John
 Wanda
Marie John was born and raised on a reservation in Alberta where her only toys
were a pencil, some paper and nature. She now has three wonderful children and
is currently in college and will be going to university next year. She loves
writing, reading, the outdoors and deep analytical thoughts.
Contact:
wanda_john_56@hotmail.com
Selected Poem:
Strawberry Jam
The smell of strawberry jam from a can wafts through the air
And brings me back to my kokums kitchen…
The sunlight pushing it’s way through the door reaching,
The soft, cool wind bringing new smells
While the birds sing and call out to old friends
To ask where they each spent the winter…
The grass just sprouting green and the old melting
into the damp. fresh earth renewing itself…
The soft, freshly made bannock slathered in margarine and
jam…
Melts in my mouth…
And the sweetened, warm tea slides down my pleasured throat.
I see the sun reaching further inside as it touches my kokums
moccasin
That she is gently tapping on the floor with a soft tshhht
tshhht sound
And her labored breathing after cooking and cleaning
making the house smell like it’s a pine tree grove and
bakery…
The dogs let out yelps and yips as if to tell each other
That they will no longer be cold because the taste of spring
just touched
Their hungry tongues and brought a peace
and that kokum will be giving them leftovers soon.
Watching her little brother gobble the bannock like he was
Some kind of starved animal brings a tightness to her throat
In away that she can’t explain because mom left again
And time didn’t stop…
Neither did the smell of strawberry jam and bannock…
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