You’re old enough for your wants not to hurt you,
my mother would say, and I was sure
she was wrong, because
I felt real pain when I could not have
the thing I longed for: a blue dress
with ribbons and rhinestone buttons.
red patent leather shoes with 4″ heels,
a second piece of chocolate cake.
Those wants were real,
the agony of not getting them
like a knife in my young, yearning heart.
60 years later I understand her wisdom.
I want for simpler things these days,
things as unattainable as that blue dress:
the end of hate, the coming of peace,
safety for everyone I love,
immortality so I might see
all these things come to pass.
from a prompt at first50.wordpress.com