The Wishing Well Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

At the bottom of the wishing well
A penny lies in water,
Dropped there by a little girl
A soldier's only daughter,
Who wished her father's safe return
As he marched off to war,
Her tiny heart was broken by
A letter through the door.

Informing he was missing
And presuming he was dead,
No words could hurt more deeply
Than those few words that it said,
Her mother then just cried and cried
The little girl did too,
She ran back to the well because
Her wish had not come true.

She asked it why it didn't grant
The wish that she did make,
'You cannot be a wishing well
You're nothing but a fake! '
Her plea remained unanswered
Then a voice came from below,
And from the gloom a face appeared
Which smiled and said 'Hello.'

The vision was her father
And his image was so clear,
'Please dry those tears for I've come back
Don't weep for me my dear.'
The little girl began to smile
'Dear father it is you!
Oh thank you, thank you, wishing well
You've made my wish come true! '