My mother is a witch

My mother is a witch

I know it is a harsh thing for a child to say of its parent

And I would hate for my children to call me one

But she is

It is her mouth

The words she utters have an unnatural way of imprinting itself to my being

Her words hunt my very self

She loves me and I love her dearly

She pours all high might to move mountains for me

She is amazing, tremendous, impressive and strong

Sometimes she is brittle, fragile

Sometimes I see the scary presence of age shadowing her path

I love my mummy I do

But she is the proverbial unstoppable force

She has the password to my being

Beware the questions she asks

Peeling away my words over the phone line

Sifting through them

Sorting, tagging and hoarding up ammunition

I love her

I really do

But she is

She really is

A witch