Wishing Stones

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Well this poem came to my mind after recieving some wishing stones by someone.

Submitted: January 10, 2008

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Submitted: January 10, 2008

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WISHING STONES


An old, frail woman sits in rocking chair.

Rocking slowly, gently, back and forth.

The floorboards beneath her creek softly.

She is dressed in black.

Hair held back with two hair clasps.


A pouch dangles from her arm.

A drawstring wrapped around her wrinkled wrist.


There is a rustle heard nearby.

A small girl appears.

Dress in white dress, with small imprints of daisies on it.

Hair tied into a braid.

Timidly she inches over to the woman.


The woman unravels the drawstring from her wrist.

She opens the pouch, and five small stone fall into her lap.


Each stone is unique in its own way.

Different sizes, shapes and textures.


The little girl is face to face with the woman.

She hands her each stone carefully, and with great care. She holds the stone and with each stone she tells her wish for the little girl


The first stone with the inscription STRENGHT.

My wish is that you have the strength to endure the past, the present, the future. To fight all the evil and conquer it in the name of good.


Next comes CREATE

My wish is for you to create memories. Some of them good and some of them bad. To even life out. And that each bad memory you create only equals more memories that are good.


Then DREAM

My wish is that your dreams come true in your life, as well as the people around you.

Next MAGIC

My wish is that your days been filled with magic, both unreal and real. Both created by you, and created by other people around you.


Finally WISH

My wish is that these wishes as well as many others to come your way. Also, that each wish is better then the last one.

The little girl admires the stones.

The woman opens the pouch and picks each stone one at a time, and places them in the pouch.

The woman hands the pouch to the little girl and says “For safe keeping”

The little girl smiles and runs out the door.

Giggles are heard.

The woman continues to rock.











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