Wishes
I picked the pedals of a flower,
to grant a wish this very hour.
To bring me back what I had lost,
I will not measure or count the cost.
I wish for you..I wish for me...
and if I may...I'll make it three.
The third one is to bring me luck...
since I lost myself when my head was struck.
I want to have my old self back,
my mind of pieces that now I lack.
At times I seem to give up hope...
but your love for me will help me cope.
P.R.Deremer
Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015
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