To Wish Upon A Star

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Do you remember memorizing the poem Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star when you were a child? I do. That’s been around for a long, long time. In fact, it was written by Jane Taylor, an English poet in 1866. For those kids brought up with the Disney experience, there’s Pinocchio of course, and one of its more famous songs, “When You Wish Upon a Star.”

TO WISH UPON A STAR

By Al Garcia

Do you remember memorizing the poem Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star when you were a child?  I do.  That’s been around for a long, long time.  In fact, it was written by Jane Taylor, an English poet in 1866.  For those kids brought up with the Disney experience, there’s Pinocchio of course, and one of its more famous songs, “When You Wish Upon a Star.”

We are taught from early childhood that no matter who you are, no difference where you’re from, you can wish upon a star for anything your heart desires, and if on a starry night you wish upon a star, all your dreams will come true.

The music, the words, the promises so simple and so powerful.  And as a child I would stand beneath a canopy of stars at night, look up at the boundless sight above, and I would wonder of the significance of me.  Was there really magic in the stars?

Growing up I continued to hear the same refrain in other forms, like “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free . . . ,” again talking about dreams and hopes and wishes.

And now as I sit alone beneath a dark and starless night, the promises of yesterday that made me dream and wish and hope, now make me wonder once again of the significance of me in a world I do not understand, much less comprehend.  The wonderment and magic of the stars now gone, replaced instead with doubt, mistrust, cynicism and suspicion.

If only I were young again.  If only I could wish upon a star again.  If only the magic of the glitter and the twinkle of a star could make me believe again.  Such simpler times.  No cell phones, no IPads, no YouTube or Facebook.  Just me, my thoughts, my imagination and the expanse of the universe above me, and of course, the magic of the stars. 

And if I could see a star tonight, I would have just one more wish to make.  I’d wish to keep Lady Liberty where she stands, tall and proud, echoing the welcoming words that made so many children’s wishes come true.  And all because once, while holding their parents’ hands, they wished upon a star . . .


Submitted: June 02, 2021

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