“With your feet on the ground you’re a bird in flight with your fist holding tight to the string of your kite.” ~ Mary Poppins
“And who is to teach the child her lessons”?
She had magic shining from her smiling eyes,
our Fairy Godmother, enchantress of disguise.
She was Superfantastical,
sprinkled with supermagickal.
Tripping the light, she led our way,
all knowing, intelligent, fierce and brave.
Behind her, lights flickered and burned,
spirits of ghost shadows, twisted and turned.
Ritual gatherings, were held frequently,
chatting about familial customs, lores and mysteries.
Beyond the mystical of past and present times,
sweet surrenders, of secrets were aligned.
Mom and I, held captive and enthralled,
hearing the mythology of olde Welsh Celtic laws.
Her stories held exciting mysterious powers,
we’d listened in enjoyment and wonder for hours.
Narrating divine and ethereal perspectives,
were her ultimate, story telling objectives.
Customs long hidden, from our Welsh origins,
trusting, her tales, should not be forgotten.
Feelings of expectation, seeped into the air,
Mom and I adored popping in to visit her there.
Ancestral compasses, recovered and found,
when visiting my darling Great Grandmother,
sweet Susan Howells.
So precious was she, that my middle name,
Mom had christened me; is “Susan” the same.
Victoria “Susan” Healing ~ 15.6.2019
With fond memories of my darling Great Grandmother ~ Susan Howells.
Her life was a blessing, her memory a treasure,
loved beyond words and missed beyond measure.