Three Little Witches
By Carmen Bezzard, Illustrated by Morgaine du Mer

Three little witches are on their way,
They're starting school on this very day.
On their journey they fly, not walk;
They laugh, they giggle and talk, talk, talk.
Called Jessica, Kelly and Hope to each other,
They trust, care, love and protect one another.
One's hair is curly, and another’s is straight.
One has patience, while another can’t wait.
One loves cats; another is tall,
But to them, all this difference means nothing at all.
They are friends forever; this is their rule,
But they're quivering together, as they walk into school.
Will we look different, will we stand out?
What will this first day be all about?
They walk in the room, they step inside,
And my, how their eyes do open wide!
They are not alone wearing black pointed hats,
And the room's decorated with many black cats.

 

The teacher says, "Welcome, please join us, you three.
This school is for witches, like you and like me."
"You will learn of nature and our Earth Mother,”
“You will learn that we all are part of each other."
"So get ready to learn so much in these rooms,
And, oh, one more thing, please go park your brooms."
They sat at their desks with pencils in hand,
So eager to listen, learn and understand.
The teacher asked them to put pencils away,
For this would be no ordinary school day.
“Put on your thinking caps, there is much to be done,
There is magic in this room for everyone.”
Jessica was asked to make a special brew,
And explain to the class what she was hoping to do.
She thought for a bit ( never done this before,
Up to now, she watched only, should have listened much more!)
Her mind up and rambled as she searched for a spell,
Yet she wished to please teacher and classmates as well.

 

“Rose oil for love,” she said with a grin,
“And now some lavender I will toss in.
“For loving friendships some jasmine I mix,
And with a touch of cinnamon, this spell I now fix.”
She was mixing her potion when, to her surprise,
It boiled and bubbled right before her eyes.
It brewed and it boiled and rose to the top,
She couldn't remember how to make it stop.
“Oh no, I'm doomed!” she said silently.
“This spell isn’t working very well for me.”
She looked around the room, could nothing be done?
Her eyes begged for help from--anyone!
Then Kelly remembered that one special song;
And she played on her flute as Hope sang along.
"Brew of love ,we stir, and now we all mix.”
“Brew of love, this spell now will we fix.”
“Stop your boiling and settle, you're mixed through and through,
Now come, work your magic. We ask this of you."

 

The class had stood up; they developed a plan.
Let all join our hands, to help if we can.
A circle they formed, and they sang Kelly’s verse,
The bubbles were fading, they didn’t get worse!
The chanting now faded, the “boil” went away,
And everyone smiled; they had all saved the day.
The first day of school turned out special you see,
And not, I must say, just for those witches three.
A potion of love did so much on that day,
To bring all together in a most special way.
They all joined together to help with the spell,
What a wonderful story they would have to tell.
The teacher was smiling; her plan was at hand,
How easy it is for kids to understand.
The power within them, the love they can share,
How easy it is to show others you care.
She looked at the witchlettes; they were learning so fast,
And she knew that this lesson was one that would last.

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