Wishes Don’t Fix A Thing

I will never get back that time, Those years I wish I had, To be present with them I missed them so, Now they are grown, They don’t know who I am, How much I love them, Is lost to explanations of why I wasn’t there, Present with them, Oh, how I wish I could…

Sticky Wishes

The wish that stuck, hard against the cake, stuck to sweet plate, spooned by fork, cut with knife, flayed about by, great white chompers, molars and teeth, grinding it to a pulp, to wash and fizzle, until next year, when again I try to catch the wish.