Poem

SOMEDAY, he’ll be a big-time movie star

or a fifth grade English teacher.

SOMEDAY, he’ll marry, have a few kids.

Maybe he won’t.

SOMEDAY, he’ll change the world as we know it.

Or maybe he’ll travel,

send postcards from China,

phone you from Paris.

SOMEDAY, he’s going to be a big, strong man

able to carry you in his arms.

ONE DAY, he’ll have his own

hopes and dreams,

not knowing

that once upon a quiet time,

you closed your eyes

and made a wish

to one day

have him in your life.

Mulţumesc, Cristina.