The Wishing Tree

I wish I may, I wish I might, make a wish on my wishing tree tonight. A child’s rhyme, to keep close, my sounds. Mental battles fought.........many days Some times are “ups” but mostly “Down’s” This rhyme I clutch to me and hold so dear My wishing tree standing close.... always there giving presence of thought, holding back fear. What does it look like...this tree of mine? I don’t know, I can’t quite see its shape. Warm and fuzzy? Loving? Color blind? A long time ago my Mother gave it to me. I’m gone. I mean now I’m truly happy. I live here, and John. This is our place to be. Well, I do have a place to go.....my work. I work at a grocery store. I put things in bags. They call me a clerk. I don’t make much money at the store. But, I get money from DSS It comes on the 15th, You know what it’s for? With a coupon I get a milkshake for free. Then I buy a big mac, a Play Boy magazine. Then I wish for more milkshakes from my tree. Inspired by a young man with Down’s who attended our church. Supervised by DSS, he lived in an apartment with a room mate and worked at various places as above. © Apr 25 2010 Charles Henderson