Wishes
I wear a wish around my neck,
but it’s a secret I don’t share.
There used to be a lot of wishes,
enough for Grandpa to make
a hundred wishes a day!
But after wishes for
bigger homes,
fancier clothes,
and everything money could buy,
there was only enough stardust
to grant each grandchild
one last wish.
After the example of
parents and grandparents,
all those wishes were soon used up –
all except mine.
All the things wished for
haven’t made a difference
in the happiness we have at home.
We don’t love each other more
for the wishes spent,
for the rooms that separate us,
for the clothes hanging in closets,
for the shelves full to bursting.
What good are wishes
when they only bring strife?
If I knew how to
wish love into my family,
I would have used my wish just as quickly.
Yet I can’t help but hope that
the power of one wish
could make a big difference,
if used at the right time.
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