I wish I could create a safe, warm space for the best lyrical poet
I know so he could write those tumbling, flowing, singing verses
he usually does - & I wish he could get rid of his headaches and
live in joy to sing the glory of the beautiful Nightingale he loves -
I wish the flights of fantasy enabling him to write such great stories
would take him away from that overpowering noise of the babies &
toddlers so he can soar in his visions; I also wish that my new friend
resembling Marilyn Monroe could find a way to break free from that
Psycho-babble medico who treats her for lifestyle-choices instead of
medical problems so she could stop wasting money on the imaginary
diagnosis enriching the doctor as described in “Le Malade Imaginaire”
by Molière - and another wish of mine is that my brother Peter Pan in
Neverland would enjoy the sweet baby girl his daughter will bring home,
that the baby would be so well-behaved, that Peter Pan would give up
his mad-cap plan to stay in a tent outside to escape her crying at night:
I wish I could wave a magical wand to make all my wishes come true
All at once - right here, right now…
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