Mother Maiden Crone

The simple journey of a witch

By Tabitha Parker MendezPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

The maiden glows under the silver moon light. Laughter and joyous serenity, the maiden calls to me.

The mother is here. Warm and tender, with love comes surrender. The mother holds me near.

Welcome the crone. Warmed by the hearth within her home. The wisdom flows.

Sit by the fire with me, I will share what I know.

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