Witchy Woman of Forest Glen
She thought
her idea
wonderfully brilliant,
he could only defenestrate
any
thought not
his own, and so, bag and baggage
she became the homeless
slightly loco
witchy
woman
of forest glen,
legendary tender
of fair magical mystical
critters,
secret
Elven friend and full moon dancer,
silly mushroom picker~
but I just call
her Mom.
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