The child presses her face against the window glass
watching as the sun sinks into the sea
and the first stars appear in the sky.
She makes a wish as one streaks, burns, and falls
vanishing like her neighbors.
(“Poor things,” her mother had said
seeing their yellow stars.)
She wonders if they will send her a postcard
from wherever they are,
and if she can change her wish–
to see them again,
the doctor with the kind eyes
and his daughters with their long, silver hair
who had played with her.
The child, older now, presses her face against the window glass
and watches the stars in the sky
the bombs silenced,
she hears a song murmured by the wind
singing to her of hope and dreams,
bittersweet, like chocolate she remembers,
she sees streams of starlight
sowing dreams in sparkling silver waves,
thinks of her long-ago wish
and knows—somehow– it will come true.
Star Sower by Hai Knafo, Wikipedia Commons
This is for Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt. The prompt words were:
| APPEAR | PRESS | POOR | CARD | FALL |