WISHING, HOPING, KNOWING WELL

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Were I to wish at a wishing well, what wish would it be ... it's hard to tell: perhaps love and kisses for all of my days ... laughter and hugs and stories to amaze. 

Or fragrant gardens, sumptuous and sweet, 






edible nasturtiums and carrots and beets. 

Or a walk through the woods, a footfall's soft track, to her house for tea .. but there's no going back. Her sweet angel voice, dimpled laughter, heaven bound ... catching glimpses and shadows left round and about. 
I stand at the well, it's strength holds me up, I drop a carnation - her favorite flower - and watch as the petals slowly lower, descending, I see her face through my own eye's reflecting ... at peace as an echo assuredly spoke, "I'm okay Momma." Tears falling, stifled now broke. Thank you, dear wishing well, holding promises and tears, will remember this moment for the rest of my years, til one day another child of mine glances down the depths of the waters, sparkling and clear .. and drops a geranium petal in remembrance of me, and hears my echo, "I am near ... I am here."