Witchs Or Illness 

     They killed me. With out giving me a chance to defend myself no one spoke for me to save me. Not even my husband! I spent eleven years of my life with that man and he stood watching as they chained the heavy rock to my ankle. He walked along behind me as the rest of the village did. Keeping their distance from me, the witch, as if I had the plague. How could they? I had four children that needed their mother to raise and care for them. After weeks and weeks of sitting alone in a small damp cell with little to no sun light. This is the last glimps I can get of my beloved children. 

      Oh my dear daughter how I miss you so. I've been watching you keep our family alive. Those stupid peopl and their petty fears cause you and your siblings so much woe. You the children of Alexandra Murry the witch. I hope they never punish you for being my daughter. My sweet Isabella, you've been trying so hard not grive to be strong for the little ones. You don't have to worry anymore I'll watch over them all. Ah, I saw the other day that your little brother has gotten well again. I also saw how the twins knocked the neighbors fence over. 

      I miss their many tales of made up dragons and telling them stories. Do you tell them stories at night? If you don't they will not sleep and will tie your boots in a knot for the next morning. Your youngest brother needs to be sung to every night or he winds up staying awake. Also you shouldn't forget about the bell around his ankle other wise he winds up sleeping in the cupboards under the sink. 

      I wish I could be there to teach you how to be a good wife. How to cook and clean, or how to teach your brothers how to tie their shoses. To feel the summar breeze passing me by lightly blowing warmth and life into my cheeks. To feel the warmth of the sun would be so amazing and welcomed. I want to feel a hug, a kiss, just the feeling of laying in grass. How could these people do such terrible things. If I was a witch I would curse them to suffer in famane or lose all of their first borns! I want to live again!! I want to hold my children and hug them and sing to them!! 

     OH how I wish I really was a witch. Then they would pay and suffer this same longing. I love you all so much I wish I could hold you all again. It's all I really want. 
 

Alexandra Murry