Of Youth and Old Age
The Comforts of Everyday Life
I still believe in fairies
and I wish upon stars.
The magic is different now.
No more wishes for ponies
nor "please let Isaiah like me"
(or Justin or Charles or Todd).
Now I look to the skies
and ask for financial stability
and please help my writing career.
And by the way, Universe
or Fate,
or God,
thank you for the love I have
in Jason.
And for our little girl.
I walk like my mother now
and her mother before her.
But I still tell myself,
"Someday I'll play tennis again."
And who knows?
I can be skinny again, too.
Time creeps on.
I've seen wars
and disasters.
And The Price is Right is not the same
nor is Jeopardy.
But I still find comfort in
a good book,
a cup of tea,
and 60's music.
I still believe in fairies
and wish upon stars.
Santa visits our home.
I still play make-believe.
But my hair is turning gray.
My nieces and nephews
and my own child
keep growing and maturing,
leaving baby ways behind.
Someday, I'll be an old lady.
I'll have an empty nest.
Some loved ones will be gone,
while babies keep coming.
I'll still believe in fairies
and still wish upon stars.
About the Creator
Heather Cumbo
I once tried to major in Theatre, but ended up going back to my first love, which is Creative Writing. I am a huge bookworm and film buff. I also like theatre (the costume department), classic rock and folk music, and trying new things.
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Comments (4)
I truly love this. You captured the truth of the passing you with simple heartfelt phrases I am saving this one in my folder. It speaks to me. Thank you for sharing.
oh, this is beautiful. Well done.
Delightful read!!! Loving it💕😊💖💕
So sweet and poignant :) I hope to always keep that part of me that can play pretend, wait for Santa, wish on stars. Loved it!