One Very Secret Wish

ONE VERY SECRET WISH I’m not a cynic but I reckon I’m as close As you get without actually bearing the title. I have never believed in wishes being granted. In fact the only miracles I believe in Are the miracles I can personally make Come true with my own two hands. But when my children are involved I become a lot softer, and less quasi-cynical. My secret wish, which I will never admit to Outside this poem, in the normal cut-and-thrust world, Is to be again the father of my three-year-old children, And play again with them and protect them And listen to their secrets and fall asleep Telling them the story of the Three Pigs. It was undoubtedly a happy childhood for them And without any hesitation at all I am delighted To tell you it was the happiest time of my life. But after this poem has been read, If you should meet me in the street Don’t ask me about wishes, because officially I am a quasi-cynic and do not believe in them. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck for Kristen Bruni's Contest "If I had one wish"