I’m still wishing

At night

When even the owls

Are in their coops

I come out

From under my blanket

To have some tell all alone

I got to where our dirty cloths are cleaned

Put a dollar’s worth of quarters in

And hop on up

I sit there feeling the vibrations and the heat

And somehow it gives me a high

The only God could take me down from

I sit there and think

Hoping that if I wish just hard enough

All my fears will just disappear

But after a while I give up hope

Knowing that this world

Is meant to be this way

But somehow there is a peace of me

That is still wishing for

A little red bicycle that

I didn’t get when I was three

And a pink pretty Barbie

I didn’t get when I was four

And Winnie the Pooh book

That I didn’t get when I was five

And a beautiful, porcelain doll

I didn’t get when I was six

And those perfect light-up shoes

I didn’t get when I was seven

And the bright bouncy ball

That I didn’t get when I was eight

And the new computer game

That I didn’t get when I was nine

And the new, purple diary

That I didn’t get when I was nine

And the colorful pack of lip gloss

That I didn’t get when I was ten
And the bright blue chair

That I wanted when I was eleven

And the concert tickets

That I wanted when I was twelve

And the new dvd player

That I wanted when I was thirteen

I’m still wishing for all of that

And a little bit more.

Please don’t let me get my hopes up.