Standing in her kitchen, she ponders her life
Her never ending job as a mother and wife
She thinks back to the days of Olde
And how the witches lived as the stories are told
So much has changed throughout all these years
Fear for their lives replaced with new fears
Do we let it slip at work of the path that we follow?
And face friendships replaced by words that are hollow?
She stirs a pot that’s simmering on the stove
Thinking back again to her ancestors in groves
Gone are the cauldrons and cast iron pots
Replaced by microwaves and thousands of watts
Gone are the secret circles under the trees
Replaced by online covens and groups with fees
Gone are the herbal remedies prepared with love and care
Replaced by drugstores selling remedies by the pair
When she thinks of what’s been lost, her heart grows heavy with grief
But before her heart breaks she remembers one detail with relief
The witches of Olde and their way that was wise
Are not gone completely or buried with lies
The greatest lesson they taught and passed down through the ages
Was to hold inside the wisdom and safeguard the sages
They taught us to blend in and adapt to the times
So that we may survive, grow and pass along their rhymes
So while she may not use a pot made of iron or stir with a branch from a tree
She takes pride in the knowledge that a witch she is now and will always be!
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