The Wishing Flower

Somewhere between where the mountains meet

A little girl lived in the town

Too young to even cross the street

Way to young to roam around

But when the home seemed more like a house

There was no such thing as too young

With all the parental screaming about

There’s no way she could hold her tongue

So everyday before sundown

She would run and find her place

A place with hardly any sound

Not anyway to trace

In her world, it was never cold

She stayed there for hours

And this habit never got old

This habit of the wishing flowers

Her space was kind

And gentle inside her heart

This was her ideal home now

What a reliving fresh way to start

And as the story goes she found herself

Lost in these special ways

To make a wish on a dandelion

Every single day 

“There is plenty to go around,

Will I ever share?”

She asked herself

A question quickly answered

For there was a boy standing right there

With the flower in hand

And mouth showing mid-wish

A free falling plant hit the land

The tiny petals floating away with a little swish

“Who are you?”

She asked with great concern

He didn’t know what to do

But make a 180 degree turn

As she watched him walk away

She hesitated to stop him

“But maybe he’d be there the next day”

She thought

“So I shall not stop him”

And so, just as she thought

He was there the next day 

In that exact same spot

The next few months went so fast

And everyday they met

Hoping this would last

Leaving right after the sun had set

The months turned into years

As they found their place

Wishing on dandelions

In the best possible ways

Each wish was a dream undercover

But they would never tell anyone

Not even each other

“We must promise to never tell”

Said the boy to his girl

“Who knows who would find out!

Maybe even the whole world.”

So these wishes were left

To float towards heaven

These proofs of the love

That was created at age 7

But year after year

As she grew older,

To run down to the gate

She started to not even bother

Many suns had set before he finally realized

His girl had left him there

Without any goodbyes

His determined heart caused him to stay

In that field of dandelions

Every single day

A decade went by oh so fast

Not a day he had missed

But there was only one flower left

With a tear in his voice

He started to pray

And as he turned around

He said, “Please come back to me one day”

Meanwhile this girl of his had moved

Far away she went

Her life, she wanted to improve

After the years with the dandelion boy

She never realized such a thing as constant joy

It pained her to think

She left him so quickly

She literally felt her heart sink

“I can’t go back now, what will I say?”

She asked herself

“What would he do if I went back today?”

As nervous as she was

She talked herself into it

“I wonder if I can still crawl under that hole,

Will I still fit?”

Without a second thought

She got in her car and drove

No where else

But directly to that spot

As she grew closer

So did her childhood

A flash back appeared

Swerving, then paying attention to steer

The tires screeched as she stopped the car

Getting ready to get out

And time travel back far 

She made her way inside the hole to the gate

“Can I turn back now? Is it too late?”

With held breathe she slowly opened

The youth of the gate

That was now partly broken

But a racing heart and a watery eye

Was caused by the sight of the field

That had gone and died

No flower was there to make her smile

She fell on the ground

And stared at the old tile

“I’m sorry I left you”

She cried with her hands in her face

“I’m sorry I let anyone ever take your place!”

Just then she was tickled with a familiar touch

Of the hand that she loved

That belonged to the boy who was all grown up

In her stomach the bottom felt sour

She started to speak, but stopped

In his hand was the last wishing flower

“I saved it for you always”

He managed to say

“Just in case you’d come back here one day”

A silent tear was enough to say

Everything she wanted

She didn’t have to pray

She in this town she was able to find

A secret way to press rewind

Because in this town, inside the hour

The symbol of their love was all inside the last wishing flower

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was 16, I know the diction is immature, but I still think I managed to get the message across. I want to revise it when I have the time.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

well, it's nice, you sad you wrote it when you were 16, so, i think it's @2013, now you're 17 may be, it's nice. now you can write more. Well, that's an amazin' write, it's such a nice wishin' flower..i don' know how you got the idea to write, but your thoughts're nice to read as you just converted into your pretty words.
well written.

[John Fitzgerald]

very sweet indeed :) very romantic and a beautiful ode to the wistful child in all of us :)

[Erica Marie]

Aww yes it is:) thank you!

[John Fitzgerald]

No problem :)

[Cupcake.]

That was absolutely beautiful and incredibly sweet. I don't see the diction as immature, it's seems fitting, more like diction with a child-like wonder, perhaps? :]

[Erica Marie]

Yes, as a matter of fact, maybe the diction suits the poem. Since it involves a childhood love. Thank you for taking the time to read it I know it was long!