A wish for a witch

                                                                         

           

                               

      

       She’s a witch, my mother

       Or how could she be so strong?

       They were right, her foes

       My mother’s a witch

       That’s why she don’t sleep at night

       Watching me, hovering, protecting me

       That’s how she does those things

       Real men fear, dread…

       Like childbirth…

       How could she know what furrows my brow

       When still to unravel, burrows my soul?

       I might be poor now, I may be ugly,

       I may be useless…

       But dear God, I have this one wish,

       For me, spare this witch…

       For as long as she lives, how can I fail?