Wise Mother Wispers

I wrote this some time ago, as a reflection of who I was at the time. I was someone who people would turn to only when they wanted or needed something that only I could give. It was sad but over time that changed, I stopped giving unless I got in return. Either way I think this is a cool Poem so would like to share.

Wise mother whispers,

Truth is her guide.

No one bears her warnings,

From her old hut

Like a hermit,

She sits inside

Looking out with hurtful pride

The daughters come

Without knowledge

Of her heritage,

Of their parentage

She is the witch,

The medicine women.

No one visits,

Without wanting.

Something in return

For their time by her fire.

She’ll soon sleep

Though no one will weep

For the mother they never knew