I look around my room.
I see the stuffed animals that filled the empty space in my bed.
The small round tin I filled with dandelion wishes .
And all the books that filled my unoccupied time.
I’ve spent so many years
Looking to fill the empty spaces
With magic and light and wishes
I’d close my eyes and take a breath and whisper to the first twinkle in the sky
“Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.”
I believed if I were the first to wish upon the first star in the sky
Or blow all the seeds off a dandelion in one puff
I’d have a little magic of my own
Some warmth and kindness from the universe given special to me
... but
I have yet to blow all the seeds in one puff and I always wondered if the city lights were to blame for dulling the light of the true first star.
But no worries, all is not lost or forgotten
Because you can still find me whispering that prayer to the stars under my breath and plucking dandelions off neglected lawns, a little hope still shining in me, that If I can do one just right, maybe I’d be graced with a wish granted by the universe.
