I’m part of a group of bloggers scattered across the globe and they’ve come up with a brilliant blog hop. As you might’ve guessed, today is my day and so, here I am writing off of the prompt: sometimes I wish.
Special thanks to InJensMind for the introduction and that powerful post. I wish more than anything that I could reach out into the past and protect that little girl. If I could, I’d hold you tight and would never let go. Thank you for being brave enough to share your story.
Ever since I started wondering what my brain would write about on this prompt, the following song has been going through my head:
I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller. I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her. I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a ’64 Impala. – Skee-Lo
Here I am…wishing. If wishes could come true and would have no asterisks next to them then I’d simply wish for an infinite number of wishes. But, we all know that’s not possible so, Here we go…
Sometimes I wish my homework would get done by the same fairy that steals my socks
That time would stop running so fast, that I could just turn off the clocks
Sometimes I wish my brother wouldn’t eat my 3 Musketeers snack
And that people that say they care really had my back
Sometimes I wish the fog would lift itself off my head
Other times I wish I could sleep late in my bed
Sometimes I wish for romance that’s sickly sweet
Oh, and I also wish Oprah would answer my Tweet
I wish Mami Ink would bring me dreamers that I can teach
That just means I want to speak to hearts that I can reach
Right now I’m wishing for a bench that would go nicely in my room
And I wish that 2012 would not end in certain doom
I wish some PR firms wouldn’t be so full of shit
That they’d recognize my craft is totally legit
Sometimes I wish I’d win the lotto though I never play
And that I wouldn’t be so sleepy all night and all damn day
I wish the frog princess spoke more Spanish
That my lunch talent grows beyond her favorite sannish
And speaking of, is it too much to ask for the fairy to fix lunch
Not just for the kid, but something for me to munch
Which brings me to the most import…
Sorry, baby girl woke up so now I’m wishing for sleep
Also wishing for promises that people actually keep
I wish for safe arrivals of the bundles of joy of my crew
You think you know it all but baby, if you only knew
That all of your wishes and dreams will arrive in one big push
After hours of laboring and perhaps a hemorrhoid on your tush
I wish so much for my child I can’t fit it in this post
But a full life filled with love is what I wish her the most
I wishing for rice pudding that only my dad can make
That people get as good at giving as they are on the take
I wish you understood the words that come out of my heart
So we wouldn’t have to wish right from the very start.
I believe in wishes and dreams more today than I did as a child. Because now I understand that it is all about faith, hope and love. It’s bigger than me. Wishing has kept me up when everything has told me to stay down. It is why you are able to read these words today. Because my wishes (really, like Iyanla says, let’s call a thing a thing) are really my prayers. They sustain me. How could I not believe when I have so much of what others pray for? When I am so blessed, so honored to be in this space with these people and at this time.
Please be sure to keep an eye out for Margaret’s blog as I am passing the baton onto her well-abled hands. Thanks to this group I’ve had a chance to meet this spirit and I am so glad. See, my wishing has worked again! I have wished for good blogs to read and voila! Here she is asking us to See the Idea (love that name)!