Sister Witch
Our first grey hairs
will be a riot,
a festival
a bonfire
When you first taught me
laughter,
it was a step
into your May garden
everything set a light
in bloom
Your hands were made to build
love,
tiny things
come alive
like butterflies
You are the magic I forgot I’d lost,
the ancient woods
the singing stream
the moon
are your eyes,
the widest I’ve seen
Who needs a sister
when they can have
A Witch
Madeline Tinson
Sister Witch
Our first grey hairs
will be a riot,
a festival
a bonfire
When you first taught me
laughter,
it was a step
into your May garden
everything set a light
in bloom
Your hands were made to build
love,
tiny things
come alive
like butterflies
You are the magic I forgot I’d lost,
the ancient woods
the singing stream
the moon
are your eyes,
the widest I’ve seen
Who needs a sister
when they can have
A Witch
Madeline Tinson
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