She repacks that bag, the one she picked up at a second-hand store and was drawn to it somehow; why is she drawn to love when love repels her touch time and again?
She gently puts the ruler of a wand in; then her reading implements. There are books she must attend now. Maybe someday she will be able to be accepted, but that day isn’t today.
So the Wand will be here; He will see to the removal of patriarachy around her auras forever. And a day, it is always to protect her again, and they cry for her as she cries for them in both day and darkness; why does the sun burn bright while the moon must needs not burn at all?
Why?
Oh Grandmama, we never were able to talk to each other face to face. When you beheld Daddy’s Life Song in your embrace, you cried tears of anguish for the loss of His Father, for the loss of Security, and for the day your baby might die as did His Brother.
Oh Grandmama, they never asked your granddaughter which family she would have rather been raised around, they never asked which ones would have cared for Your Chosen One’s daughter, the Man who carries His Daddy’s Name came, and He left Your Granddaughter to cry for the relationship that could have saved Her save you gave your life for Your Children.
And I wish they could see my tears now; for I tried to give my life for everyone but you; they repel me–So now, I’m older than you ever got to be. I give my life to you, My Guardian of Love Lost…..
Forgive Me, Grandmama; I need forgiving.
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