The Crone of the Woods
I was walking through the woods,
Following a crone with a lamp in her hand.
She had silver-golden hair with a bit of black here and there
and she smelt of ancient motherhood.
I pulled on the edge of her white robe
and she turned around to look at me.
I asked her where we were going and she said
we were walking the path of life.
I asked her where the path ended.
She answered with a smile on her lips
and a twinkle in her eyes, "That depends".
"On what?", I asked curiously.
She replied, "on your character.
"If you're a good kid, you'll sit on the lap of God."
"That sounds wonderful!", I exclaimed.
She kept the lamp on the ground and lifted me into her arms.
She kissed me on the cheek and put me down.
Lifting the lamp with her left hand and holding my little hand in her right, we continued our journey.
We walked together for nineteen years.
She was my guardian angel and guide.
One day she flew away from me,
her mission on Earth was complete.
She returned to God's abode, to the mansion He built for her.
I cried out in vain to her not to leave me alone.
I walked through the woods alone for ages
and then, one day, I heard a child crying.
Turning back, I realised with tears in my eye that
now I am the crone of the woods.