HoneyGwhiz

The kid remembers not having enough.
Of being poor; no pocket money.
To always look, but not touch.
To make a wish was foolish.

Yet, that kid wished for a tricycle.
Come that day, no cake.
Or candles to blow out.
That kid laughed so as not to cry.

Next year, a simple wish.
A story book or a toy car.
A colouring book and crayons.
Setting oneself to fail, to fall.

So many birthdays faded out.
Of wishes that never sparkled.
In night prayers, God was asked.
Birthday wishes remain a dream.

Then, on that sixteen birthday,
A wish came true.
A cake with candles to blow out.
Is the tricycle waiting in dreams?

By C.E. Pereira
(6-12-2025)