![]() ![]() She would see how the earth was living enslaved, She would see how the people were living depraved. With a wave of a wand, and a kiss to her clan, She departed her homeland, with no certain plan She would float on her bauble of hovering bliss, Across all the places she had previously missed. Now there was the world, just waiting, right there, Built to be wandered, like Young Maevey dared. And a grandchild delivered, an invention of bliss, A hovering bauble, granting kinesis. But magic was summoned by Maevey before, Her children, who made children, who made robots, and more. And then sadly after her husband's demise, Came depression, the most lonely of curses, And no spell would free her. Little Maeve Murphy lived to simply explore, To learn from this world, and to grow into more And Maeve would succumb to a wheelchair in time. And as twilight years slowly, and surely took hold, She remembered the old days, before she got old. Her children departed, to live lives of their own, But she would stay put, not once leaving home. She'd teach kids that nature is always respected. With him they'd make magic, and conjure up kids, A clan of her own, a family of bliss She'd be a teacher, in schools she attended. And as she learned, she aged, and fell, In love with a man, for an enchanting spell. But the stories of witches were her favorite of all, Of entrancing women who refused to conform. She became enchanted by her homeland folklore. The fairies, the warlocks, the witches and more. Those interests grew, as did her wonder, Which led her down paths as yet undiscovered "Ireland, Ireland, What made you?" she wanted to ask So she studied the books on mythological past. Her spirit grew strong, among twisted trees, She loved this land, how it made her feel free How it gave her life, and her playful nature, For this land, she knew, had surely made her. She'd get lost in the simple, for all seemed so galactic, This small world spun a seeming ball of magic. She'd watch without blinking, till night turned to day. She'd watch as the moon would brew up a wave. She'd watch how the wind could give life to the trees, And watch the bloomed flowers, bring forth the bees. Amidst all the greenery Maevey would grow, With cats, and bats, and moths, and crows. And once she could walk, curious legs would soon take her, To all of the corners, to all of the nature. No hill was too rolly, no grass was too tall. This is your new life." That little baby Maevey, would soon learn to crawl. She saw the shape of parents, beaming Irish pride. ![]() Biography In the hills of County Wicklow, in 1975, Little Maevey Murphy, first opened emerald eyes.
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