Petals

Like the fragile hope

Of a child

Waiting at

The top of the stairs

Christmas morning

Letting herself

Imagine

What if 

All my wishes

Are about to 

Come true

Hope is 

A beautiful wildflower

On the verge

Of bloom 

Still 

There comes a day

Later if life is kind

That you learn

Many of your wishes

Maybe even most

Will not be 

Coming true

That it’s not as easy

As wishing

And getting

That sometimes

Flowers don’t bloom

But still bring forth beauty

As their unformed petals fall

And nourish the ground

For the ones that do