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My Wishing Well
Author: Nora

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How often do I stroll now through the labyrinth of my mind,
so many hours spent inside these corridors of time.
Where in the maze of memory, still, my childhood wishes dwell
yet lay forsaken in the depths of my minds wishing well.

How many star lights wished upon, when in my younger years,
fell silently from heaven just to spawn their echoes here?
How many dreams unrealized, resound in my delight
when wishing on the first star that was visible that night?

So many hopes and dreams I cast into my wishing well
were left unanswered in my youth, too many now to tell.
Iím not a movie star, nor am I famous, thatís for sure!
No mansion built on top a hill, no fancy cars, or furs!

No rock star, pop star, diva, I canít even hum a tune!
Never written a bestseller, was never granted such a boon.
Donít have money just to burn, or spend! No riches to my name,
just a million priceless memories, thatís my only claim to fame.

Now, one might think Iím longing for the things I never knew,
but for every unrequited wish, another one came true.
I am wife and mother, daughter, sister, friend and confidant.
So much more than what I wished for
and much more than what Iím not!

But most of all Iím happy, because now a days I find
that every wish not granted was a blessing in disguise!
Itís just every now and then, I simply feel a bit compelled
to stroll among the memories in my childhood wishing well.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Martin Vann (171.75.209.55) -- Friday, February 6 2004, 09:04 pm

The Wishing Well is full of dreams, like water pure & clean

Nora,

You have a very acute tallent, if, not said before, the dreams you share, many of us, have shared. I to, once apon a time, had dreams I didn't think came true, but they did, in different ways. They mean more now, than in my younger days. Still like you, I see the dreams of my past and that the Lord, I followed his path, and all my real, dreams came true. Happiness, love, children and friends, wouldn't trade a second, to be Janet Jackson, or Roy rogers, or Wilt Chamberlin or a space cadet, but, yes, I give them their do. Bet they wish, they were me, no dream has become a nightmare, and when I rest at night, I close my eyes and once again I dream of being where I am, in paradise.

This poem is a document of life, thanks for reminding me, I should be greatful for my life.

MartinV
Tammy (66.38.6.81) -- Sunday, March 21 2004, 05:30 am

Great poem

I truely just love this poem!!!!!!!
Meridian (64.12.116.197) -- Sunday, March 21 2004, 08:19 pm

Real good

This is one juicy poem! I loooooooooooooooooooove it!
 
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