I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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3 July 2014

A Beginning

Her grandmother, my friend,
brings her to meet a witch.
She is shy at first but soon thaws.

“I want you to accept your gift,”
the grandmother says. I can see
the girl already does. Unlike

we older women, who struggled,
wondered if we were crazy,
had to hide until we grew tough.

This one’s 13, dances with it,
not afraid. And not a witch
so much as a psychic medium.

I give her a few tips, anecdotes
and my phone number.
She thanks me.  It seems I helped.

Once I was told, this was my job,
to mentor the “new children” coming.
They enter their teens. I begin.


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2 comments:

  1. kaykuala3 July 2014 at 19:51

    Once I was told, this was my job,
    to mentor the “new children” coming.
    They enter their teens. I begin

    Hopefully they learn fast. There are lots to learn to be adept. Nicely Rosemary!

    Hank

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade3 July 2014 at 22:07

      Probably I am not the only one with that job. (Smiles.) The Universe will send my way those who can learn from me.

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