My name is Ally, I’m really only seven
I wish sometimes that I could be eleven.
Then I could watch the neighbor kids and do my share with food.
I asked them just what I could do
to make the lost dreams come true.
My parents said one thing, Ally, one thing could do us good.
A wish fish. A wish fish? How will I know
if it is a wish fish. Does it have a glow?
Taking paper and crayons, my mother drew
a wish fish for me, from out of the blue.
It had rainbow colors, I don’t think it’s real,
but a fish so pretty would sure have appeal
and I could sell it, that would save the day.
My dad chuckled and said it was not the way.
The wish fish would make everything alright
when the wish came at the darkest point of night.
You didn’t have to see it, you just had to be the one
that caught the fish’s attention once he was done
with checking on the wishes that had been made in the past.
A wish on a wish fish is a wish designed to last.
Late that night I made my wish, for things to be okay.
My parents both found jobs, just the very next day.
The landlord was headed out of town. He gave us rent for free.
We watched the place while he was gone, Mom, Dad, and me.
As I walked by the river on my way home from school,
I heard someone call, “Ally, your wish was just so cool!”
I looked into the water, and staring back at me
was a fish made up of rainbows, as pretty as can be.
I smiled and said, “Oh, thank you, I’m glad I got my wish.”
Then he disappeared into the water, my own wish fish.
If all you have left are dreams, dream them.
an original poem by zona zirconia