Wish Child

When I was a child
living out my fantasies
I made wishes;
blowing on dandelions

Pushing out the winds,
inside me, cheeks tucked; hollow
I wished so hard;
the dandelion fields,
shook off their furs

I pulled apart, daisy petals
One hand held the wild flower
while the other magic fingers,
hoped for the love,
of a young boy

Running after whirly seeds
I’d reached up; to catch a propeller
swaying in the wind
Closing the shades,
of my eyes imagination
entering a world of wishing
counting to three
and making a wish
I believed on

Chasing rainbows,
as a child,
was fun and games

The bright colors

were not a favorite

but they worked fine

for a child like me

I wasn’t distracted,
by the meaning,
So I can say,
that what I ran after,
when a child,
was perceived,
in the eyes,
of a child’s innocence.

V.Ramos