Korowai & Pou To me, my Aunty Janet is both korowai and pou.
One cannot stand if the other lets go.
The korowai needs lifting, a pou standing tall.
The pou needs the korowai, its cloak over all.

Together they’re whole, a bond deep and true.
The strength and the shelter that carry us through.
The pou is the backbone, the ground where we stand.
The korowai protects us with aroha and open hands.

Without the pou, the korowai would fall.
Without the korowai, the pou is bare to all.
But my Aunty is both she carries that light,
foundation and Kaitiakitanga, both day and night.

She anchors our whakapapa, steady and strong.
She cloaks us in mana, where we all belong.
Not half of one thing, but the fullness we see.
The korowai and the pou that is Aunty Janet to me.