The Witch and Kind Girl

In a deep forest, under an old oak,

in a small cabin, lived an ugly witch

with many warts on her face.

In a nearby meadow, girls were picking berries,

Sophia was new, in the group of friends.

She asked who lived there alone.

“Devil witch,” they said. “She cooks potions in a big pot.

Let’s go before she sees us, and casts a spell.”

Sophia was kind and saw it differently.

Who would not grow bitter, if living alone?

She wanted to meet the witch.

All the friends said, “Are you crazy?

She will turn you into a cat or a bird

with her dark magic.”

Sophia said her heart tells there is more to the story.

“I will go check on her. I am brave. I will be safe.”

She walked to the cabin, picked a bunch of flowers,

and knocked on the door.

An old woman opened, surprised.

Sophia’s kindness melted her,

she invited her in and sat her at the table.

Sophia gave flowers and the berries she had picked,

and cookies her mother had placed in her bag.

The woman ate the food, and before she knew it,

she was telling her life before she was called a witch.

She had been married to a man,

She could not bear a child, so she was labeled a witch

and pushed away from home on a rainy night.

She had nowhere to go, so she walked into the forest,

found an abandoned cabin and stayed there.

Soon a cat appeared, alone like her,

and they lived together.

The witch had once been someone’s beloved daughter,

once with dreams of domestic happiness.

Now she is a forgotten witch in the eyes of society.

Tears fell from her eyes down her wrinkled cheeks.

With her soft hands, Sophia wiped them.

The old woman said her name was Jane,

and she had not heard it in a long time.

Jane gave her a ring as thanks.

Sophia received the gift

and promised to return with help.

Her mother is a writer and will publish

the injustice done to her.

Jane smiled with hope.

Note: I woke up one morning and my brain dictated this story. I just typed.

I hope, you liked.