I was born a normal babe

No crooked nose or warts.

My family were most upset

“This witch is out of sorts!”

 

I had no cackle, only cried,

And then they taught me magic.

I couldn’t conjure any spells

My witchcraft skills were tragic!

 

Flying lessons weren’t so great

My broom’s now in the trash

Turns out I’m afraid of heights

I tend to faint and crash!

 

And when it comes to potions

I confess I’m having trouble.

My cauldron tends to gurgle up

A toxic form of bubble!

 

Then there was my black cat, George

Who made my tonsils itch.

“Allergic to a cat?” Mum cried,

“You’re not a normal witch!”

 

Evil hexes aren’t my thing

I have no cunning streak

My power is my skill to love

They call me, ‘odd’ and ‘freak’!

 

But I don’t care, I’ve got my friends

I’m happy for a start

I’m non-conformist, so unique

The one witch with a heart!

 

POEMS FOR KIDS WRITTEN BY PHOEBE COGHLAN

LET’S CHAT ABOUT THE POEM ~ IDEAS FOR TALKING WITH KIDS

Self-Confidence

1. Sometimes people are sad when they feel like they’re not the same as others around them. Do you think the witch in this story is sad?

2. What do you think this poem says about fitting in?