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I want to be a witch you said
When you came to call on me
I want to dance by the moon's bright light
I want to be wild and free
You dream of doing magickal spells
Painting your finger nails black
Waving a wand with dramatic flair
And magicking all that you lack
You are making a long flowing black cape
To go with your black velvet dress
A pointed hat is next on the list
Of things all witches possess
You hope that I won't mind too much
And then you took my hand
But we all must follow our own paths in life
And you hope so much that I'll understand
You foolish, funny, misguided child
To think a witch these things will make you
And even while you've got it all wrong
The God and Goddess will not forsake you
I have no cape or pointed hat
Except those I wore last Halloween
If ever my finger nails are black
It's in the garden that I have been
Witchcraft isn"t something you wear
Like a cape or a pointed hat
Witchcraft's carved into your soul
It's an integral part of your heart
Look at the sky as it kisses the sea
The trees running down to the shore
Can you sense the life in each one of them?
This is what witches adore
Do you live with the seasons and follow Earths plan?
And allow Her to lead the way?
And trust the God and the Goddess
To guide you through each day?
It's everyday things that witches care for
People - all plants and all animals too
We work hard to see the spirits inside
And respect them in all that we do
Now what did you think your grandma was doing
All those years that you spent time with me?
Did you think I was just a batty old woman
Going senile, living here by the sea?
With my stories of magick and fairy rings
And picnics held under the Moon light
Did you think that I was indulging you
When we went for walks late at night?
O my darling grand-daughter
Your news has not upset me
I'm thrilled to bits that you have finally come home
To be a witch like me.
L.J.Renney April 21st 2004