Baby Witch Comments

Ummmmm I never once looked at my daughters and saw flames shooting out of their tiny cute ears... thought of them as little angels too... shows what I knew. What lay ahead of me in their teen years was astonishingly like the poem's description... too bad I didn't read this before having them... nahhh.... I'm happy thinking they were angels with a hiccup in their road ahead

The movement of the leaves gives way to the wind. And in the least of these are born the dumb and blind.. iip

I wished for you to be born a daughter Daughters are always a gift of God and the poem reflects this feeling quite eloquently. But, the poet seems to be apprehensive about something evil or ominous in their life. Thanks.

A beautifully envisioned poem and quite touching too. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

O child of fire! ! ! Life is like that at times. Seeing and hearing of strange things. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.