self reflective heart to heart.

i wonder if my child will like corners or crowds.
books or beats.
the feeling of gliding through water or a brush dancing along canvas.

i wonder if they'll prefer a teacher's pride
or a peer's acceptance.

i wonder if they'll find God from a mountain's view
or a wooden pew
or an approaching tide
or at all.

i wonder what they'll think when they smell gingerbread
or a candle wick meet it's end.
and how they'll feel about a stranger's tears,
or their best friend's disapprovement.

i wonder if that best friend will be found in the fifth grade
or in middle age
or in the darkness of a 2am that shows no mercy
as it provides no dreams.


i wonder if they'll wish on stars
i wish i may, i wish i might
or time-based palindromes.
eleven eleven
or if they'll wish at all.

and what they'll do
when they do,
if they do.
i hope they do.

i wonder if they'll settle.
or if they'll dream
and if they'll fight
and if they'll be stubborn
or patient.

and i wonder if they'll be one of the few
who finds the happy medium
and lives in the grey area
that life is meant to be lived within.

i wonder how their glass will stand.