Wishing Well

By SusanD Dimitrakopoulos

My daughter gave me a wishing well
on Mother’s Day,
Made of clothespins and purple flowers,
so bright and gay.

     Wishing well, wishing well,
     Oh the secrets you could tell....

Baby ducks and children wading
in the stream,
Memories of childhood, just like
a dream.

     Wishing well, a penny’s found,
     And children dancing ‘round and ‘round.

The old folks speak of days gone by
and sip ice tea,
While children gaze at carved initials,
on a tree.

Fragrant cooling summer rain
reminds us of,
Such precious moments growing up
and our first love.

     Wishing well, in the park,
     Lovers strolling after dark....

     Wishing well, wishing well,
     Oh the secrets you could tell....

     Wishing well, the dream comes true,
     The child will .... remember you.

© 1978 Susan E. Dimitrakopoulos