Childhood Wishes Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The days were long, the wishing strong,
For simple things, where I belonged.
A quiet home, a gentle friend,
A peaceful path, without an end.

I'd close my eyes, and softly plead,
To plant a tiny, hopeful seed.
For laughter light, and worries few,
A steady heart, to see me through.

Now morning breaks, the sunbeams gleam,
And this is it, my waking dream.
The quiet hum, the hand held tight,
The peace I sought, burning so bright.

The little joys, I used to crave,
Are here today, a loving wave.
What once felt far, a distant shore,
Is home, and I need nothing more.