Great-Grandmother read the leaves
And said that you'd love me
"The Long Forgotten Friend" open to page forty-three
Abraxacatabax bless me and thee
On Christ's grave grow three flowers
Which bloom at every hour;
The first is for the kind;
The second calls the rule;
The third heals all the bleeding and the wounds
We've forbade Old Trotter Head
From home and bedstead
And bound him to the fence that binds the rolling hills
I see your heart and star shine in our will
You were born under a sign:
A hex drawn so divine
In purpose and meaning, by hands as old as time
You're the heart and star scribed in those lines