On the banks of the creek behind our home sat a dandelion alone in the sun. Perfectly round and inviting. It was the first dandelion of spring and sat there begging for a wish.
Dandelion, puffs away,
Make my wish come true some day.
But wish I did not. Instead, I left it there for someone else. I’m not sure if I am too content or if it was simply too difficult to edit it to one wish. My blessings are many – as are my wishes. I wish for more time with those I love here and gone. I have wishes for my family each particular and targeted. I wish for good health and well being for those I love. I wish for clarity and answers to questions that plague me.
Rather, I tell myself that in good time the answers will declare themselves. That I will continue find time to be with those I love. To do the best I can each day and trust that good things come to those that wait.
Ironic that most of what I wish for is time, and that which I lack is patience.