Make a wish every 11:11
Wish for whatever you like
Better grades,
More friends,
Happiness,
For things to be better than they are now,
I used to wish look out my grandmothers window
I looked past the row houses and the street into the sky
I would always look for a star to wish on
In the City’s starless sky
I’d stare at the moon
While my sister would stare at the street,
Searching for our mother’s car
Our small faces right next to each other, pressed up against the glass, searching for what we wanted
I’d always wish for long hair like Rapunzel
Now I do not look at the sky for wishes
I spend every 11:11 wishing
Because maybe one of my wishes will come true