Sunday, April 1, 2018

I WISH



I see pictures of my grandkids
Playing, clueless
about the meaning of new beginnings
All they care is about games 'n toys
They're happy for the stories
The Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, princesses, fairies
I wish I could pretend with them
Enough to believe
But I'm too old, no longer naive
Instead, I stand by the sidelines
Enjoying their joy
As I sprinkle a million true wishes
Real as all the flowers that bloom
All the leaves of grass
All good things invisible or seen
All the love, the peace
This blue marble earth
Can birth








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15 comments:

  1. SandiApril 1, 2018 at 1:16 PM

    Chewbacca! :)

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  2. Elephant's ChildApril 1, 2018 at 1:58 PM

    Your million true wihes speak loudly to my heart.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyApril 1, 2018 at 3:43 PM

    I LOVE this, Myrna! Thank heavens for their innocence, their delight. I remember my own kids, hunting for eggs at Easter.....and I am amazed at how fast your grandkids are growing. I hope the young who are arising now can turn this old world around by the time your little ones reach adulthood. I love the true wishes that you sprinkle here.

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  4. Donna@LivingFromHappinessApril 1, 2018 at 4:04 PM

    I wish to get back that childhood magic even though I know the truth....but do I....maybe I can bring back the make-believe and fun.

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 1, 2018 at 5:15 PM

    Which really puts you in the same place as them – all of you celebrating the good that is, and is possible. Lovely reflections!

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  6. SusanApril 1, 2018 at 9:31 PM

    "Enjoying their joy
    As I sprinkle a million true wishes" For the adult to know the importance of spreading magic is a true gift. Very fine poem!

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  7. Old EggApril 2, 2018 at 1:47 AM

    The Earth still has great potential to satisfy our grandchildren but we must be constantly vigilant to ensure the trees and rivers and the oceans and even the ice caps are not harmed. There are so many stupid developers and governments that cannot see further than their bank balances.

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  8. brudbergApril 2, 2018 at 3:06 AM

    That carelessness is forever gone... I just hope that there will be something left for them and their children to enjoy.

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  9. Sanaa RizviApril 2, 2018 at 7:16 AM

    This is beautiful!💜 I too long for the innocence of childhood at times.

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  10. Cressida de NovaApril 2, 2018 at 11:24 AM

    Your grandchildren are gifts, the means by which you can enter childhood again.Lovely poem , Myrna.I like your illustrations too.

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  11. colleen lApril 2, 2018 at 1:45 PM

    A tribute to innocence. We can't unknow or unsee what we have seen.

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  12. AnonymousApril 2, 2018 at 3:23 PM

    Love the poem and all the true wishes sprinkled over the children.

    Elizabeth

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  13. ZQApril 2, 2018 at 4:35 PM

    Ah love in all its wisdom.
    ZQ

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  14. Wendy BourkeApril 2, 2018 at 6:33 PM

    Some beautiful sentiments in this wonderfully rendered piece 'Enjoying their joy' ~ sigh ~ lovely.

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  15. ayalaApril 3, 2018 at 6:20 PM

    Lovely piece!

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