Reid@YWP

If you had a genie in a bottle

and it told you that you could make any 3 wishes

You would not wish for gold

you would not wish for riches

you would not wish for fame.

You would wish for wars to end

A summer sunset, hands clasped

Slows time, even as the sun rushes below the horizon. 

Shoreline iridescent rubies and golds. 

Glasses clinking, eyes reflecting- blinking in awe.

I remember

Almost two years ago now

I remember it quite clearly

By the vent where cool air was blowing

Thinking I’ll never see this place again.

I look at the classroom around me.

5th grade.

Fifth grade in my school is when

one of the kindergartners is your

book buddy,

when we read to them every Friday morning,

and when we leave,

it's when we mourn

the loss of our little friend