She plumps the furs to make them soft,
Then settles down to share her thoughts.
The image world of snow and rock
Soon takes her to the meeting place.
The children play outside the cave,
It’s cold, and bright, and leopard free.
Their voices echo through her dreams.
Across the valley mothers join.
One shows an ibex, one a storm,
They share their images and tales:
She visions children playing safe.
The mothers strengthen her embrace.
They all have seen the tears of life:
This mountain valley is their space.