WISHES

 

It’s something we’re taught early in life…from the time we’re one…or two-ish.

Before we blow out the candles on our cake we’re told to close our eyes 

and make a wish.

From that moment we learn there are a myriad of things in this world to wish upon…

things like ladybugs and rainbows…wishing wells and leprechauns.

When we throw a penny into a fountain…as we hold one end of a wishbone…

on a falling leaf before it hits the ground…on a single feather or a skipping stone.

When we blow on dandelion seeds…on a horse (that must be white).

with fingers crossed we wish on the moon…the clouds…on the first star we see at night.

When I was but a child and my world was innocent and new

behind all the toys I wished for was a secret wish to do what grown-ups do.

When I became a grown-up…on every four-leaf clover…on every shooting star

I’d wish for a world filled with peace and love and happiness…

where people are accepted for who they are.

It’s funny now that I am older I still hope for all my grown-up wishes to come true…

but now…I also find myself secretly wishing… 

to do the things that children do.