Mary Kipps

One Wish

If only I could see a shooting star
and make a wish for me instead of you.
Not ask you’d slip away in peaceful sleep,
as you yourself pray constantly to do,
disconsolate and weary as you are  
of feeling unrelenting blankness seep
inside your once astute and clever mind,
of having weakness claim your legs and hands, 
demeaning you, in bed or chair confined,
at mercy of the hired nursing czar,
whom you decry as cold to your demands.
If only I could see a shooting star
and make one wish for me instead of you.
But, maybe, that’s already what I do.

Mary Kipps enjoys writing poetry for all age groups in both traditional forms and free verse. A former Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems have appeared regularly in journals and anthologies across the U.S. and abroad since 2005.