Wish Poem by Mandy Coe

She wished she could fly.
She wished for friends
who were birds and flowers.
She wished she wore a silver frock.

She wished she could speak
with a magic tongue.
She wished so hard.
She wished so hard.

Now she works
in a baker's shop.
She wears a white coat
and a netted cap.

She speaks the language
of man and dad
and at the end of each day
her feet hurt.

But she carries her baby
up to the stars. She sings to him
in the language of flowers.
He reaches to touch her silver wings.