
When my Niece was three we used to go attend a church that had wishing well or fountain outside and she would love to toss coins into it, this is where the inspiration came from.
She tossed the coin into wishing well for all to see.
Three year old sticky hands carrying the faith of a child
And Innocent dreams.
She wore her Sunday best
A little ruffled dress
And a childish smile
As she laughed with glee
Watching the coins gleam
In the water.
She tossed the coin into the wishing well for all to see
And smiled at me as she said
I am sending my wishes to Heaven
For Jesus to see.
I smiled at her as she threw
More pennies in
Said she had a lot of dreams
To send.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
May.20.06
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
Abled does not mean enabled. Disabled does not mean less abled.” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
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Comments (2)
I love wishing wells as well, and I wish that I could send one particular wish to heaven, and Jesus knows what it is.
I am sending my wishes to heaven for Jesus to see - Absolutely beautiful poem Michelle. Also I love Wishing Wells. - Well done!!!