Witchy Woman.
My friend with green eye shadow and pink pants
You are more than my soul listener now
You are mother to Arora, goddess of the dawn.
You were always mom
Brewing tea and cooking frittatas
Watching without judgment
Sprawling in the grass.
I know what it feels like
to fall into your parachute
To find it just below me
gentle and sturdy.
Now your child has arrived.
A gifted baby
Anointed by sunbeams
Awakened by the moon.
You will see to it
This daughter of the universe
Knows her gifts
Acting exactly as you are.