The mom-to-be bought a stunning coffin
for the child’s first gift.
“Make it comfortable,
she said, “make it bright, small and pink.”
Grandmother spelled the ugly box,
fed it three drops of her heart’s blood
and from her head 13-inch long braids;
she prettied its top with red Marguerite daisies,
with her hopes, her love, her dreams.
“I can’t believe I wasted coffin money
on a kid more alive than me!”
Grandmother rocked her girl-child,
lullabying into her eyes secrets of death and long lives,
“On your 13th Halloween and again on your 28th,
give your hair to The Great Mother
repot my promesas and spells.”
for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Fireblossom Friday)
Have a magical Witches’ New Year, my Wicked Luvs;
may all love-filled promises and hope-full spells
bloom true and for as long as our hearts need them to.