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
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