Sedoka's Voodoo

Again, this time comes. I shall undress these freckles and wear your youth in honor. Long journey of life. Seconds of sand in my glass shall fall upon your small hands. Young beautiful nurse. My husband older than I; paralyzed and mostly mute. My son, young like you; if you only knew- my son taught me how to save his youth. Magic of black spells decorate my husband's bed as I touch his head and smile. These superstitions- you ignored while in his room, telling me that I'm the fool. Soon in you was change. As a home care nurse you felt lack of faith would cause him death. So then you believed- garlic, myrrh, snake tongues and hymns; anything to save his life. Now your sacrifice is complete; my freckles lost. Take this mirror and see me! My son; my husband- reversed himself with he, just as you are me and I...you.