There are a thousand wishes I could make.
Tomorrow, maybe twenty thousand more.
And I could hope your hearts may never break,
That charm, and luck, might open ev'ry door...
I could. But really, I'm not much of one
For dreamy thoughts of happy ever after.
I like to know that all your homework's done.
I like to hear your fights give way to laughter.
I like to make hot choc'late when you're here,
And watch you try to drink it from a spoon.
That hasn't changed a lot, from year to year,
But ev'rybody says that way too soon
You'll be a grown up woman, and a man.
I wish to watch it happen, while I can.


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How I love this ... for them ... for you ... for all ... of us ...
This is a warm and cuddly and loving and beautiful sonnet. Seemingly simple and dashed off, but full of craft and full of heart.