WISHES

    By, Myra Wexler Darwish
 
How time changes our lofty reach to the unknown. 
Humbled am I, remembering my spoken words 
As a young woman of seventeen… 
“Please send me someone to love,” 
And, I was abundantly heard.
  
Life unfolded and responsibilities grew, 
Yet there was no more the need to ask for love, 
For joy was richly felt. 
 Roles expanded and talents emerged, 
I asked then for, “My family’s well-being.”
  
Like a rapid current, life moved swiftly at mid-age. 
Relationships matured and changed, 
Careers and life choices were contemplated. 
I reached out once more and wished that 
“We would all find our way to live our true destinies.”
 
In my later years, all that I have embraced throughout my life 
Has become molded into the shape of my current form. 
Knowing this, I remembered the “Love” I had first wished for, 
Which I now see reflected in the eyes of my grandchildren. 
Smiling, I realized that I never need to wish for anything again.
 
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted March 18, 2018