The little things

Sometimes we wish for simple things (All people)

We wish for pink tablecloths. We wish for small, little homes in beautiful places, so we can put flowers on our kitchen tables. We wish for easy jobs that pay enough for us to get by. We wish for friendly neighbors. We wish for simple lives painted in pastel colors. We wish happiness, and maybe even a little less pain. We wish for someone to come home to us after work, without any stops along the way. We wish for sunshine and late evening trips to Chilis for takeout, because everything is closed right now. We wish we knew how to make margaritas, and we wish we were all natural born cooks. We wish for lives that are easy and simple and most of all beautiful. We wish we knew how to make our dreams come true. We wish for little footsteps. For children and the happiness they bring. We wish for arms to hold us at night and for kisses every morning as we head out the door. 

We wish we drank for fun, and not to ease the shutter we feel inside. We wish we never needed telephones, because the one we love is always close by. We wish life was easy and we didn’t have to cry. We wish summer and Christmas were endless and we never had to say goodbye. We wish we laughed because the joke was funny, not just so we wouldn’t cry. We wished we had a hand to hold and that all cars had a sunroof. That was a joke. ha. We wish it would all just be as easy as it is on paper, but I’m sorry, it never is. We wish distance and time would come together, but sometimes they never do.

We wish it would snow in July. We wish for the waves of a warm beach in December. We never seem to be satisfied, but at heart, we’re all wishing for the same thing: maybe happiness, and maybe a little less pain.