Son of a Witch [Hawaiian translation]

That night I fell ill with a fever

So she took the pestle and the mortar

And tore the herbs asunder

What spell did I fall under

As I began to feel better

All thanks to my sister.

Clouds of ash filled the air

From a volcano not far, but near

My one eye became swollen with tears

Warm hands on my face sees the other

A soft-spoken chant, I can hear

I feel it taking all my fears

My one eye opens once more

To the sight of my dear grandmother.

The others began to murmur

Of a woman with flowing raven hair

That streaked of wisdom and nurture

Standing outside the window, draped in nature

She smiled at her boy, her seventh, a kindergartner

Such fear in their words, "She's a witch," they utter

And I realized they spoke of my mother.

And in that moment, I was proud and honored

To be the brother, the grandson... the son of a witch.