Violet Lovelena Witt

A journey, some knowledge, poetry and laughs

I will be your mother willow,

guiding you along your way,

telling you stories of the ancestors,

taking the form of the crow,

I will be your mother willow,

shading you from the woes of Babylon,

healing you of your unceasing thoughts,

telling you truths to help bring you clarity,

I will be your mother willow,

with my oils,

with my incense,

with my ganja,

I will be your mother willow,

will you walk with me,

to Zion?

I'm to old to be young. And too young to be old. Traveling changing my soul in the moments I dance thru this lifetime. Sharing prose and rhyme.