if ever a wish of mine gets granted—
what would be
the first thing
I’d wish granted?
Oh, I do hope
for fried chicken
and macaroni and cheese.
That would be—
delightful.
My mother smiling,
and my dad proud of me,
would probably be
my second—
and last—wish.
Oh, a warm hearth,
with them within reach—
that too
would be wonderful.
Oh, I wonder—
if things were never too late.
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