Make a Wish

When I was small, I truly believed in the power of making wishes.

 

I believed that if you closed your eyes tight enough, and thought your wish hard enough, that blowing away all the dandelion seeds would make your wish come true. 

I don't remember what I wished for back then.

Only that I did so, frequently and often.

Now that I am grown, I still believe in the power of making wishes.

But I find myself making them less often;

and usually only in times of great want or fear. 

I think it's high time I get back to my earlier practice:

wish making with wild abandon.

Wish making with alacrity.

After all, if it did nothing else, the dandelions would certainly appreciate the help.