My daughter, eight,
has decided to become a witch
"Why do we have toast every morning?"
she asks
"Because you will not eat eggs."
I reply
She pouts
She goes silent
She will not comb her hair
She will not wash her face
She will not brush her teeth
She will not pack her school bag
and yet
with her deep brown eyes, so soulful
so fresh
she forces me to love her
and I know
she will grow up
to be the most beautiful, wonderful
witch,
my daughter, and
we will have
eggs tomorrow
©1995, TAJ
