My sister buys magic wands for her daughter.
These star topped pieces of dreams
are silver star sparkle streamer,
golden and pink glitter mesh on top of a gilded pipe cleaner,
child painted, crafted sloppy but sweet, cardboard.
These wands hold so much more than magic.
They hold the dreams my sister has for her daughter-
the dreams she did not dare dream for herself-
whispered from somewhere so secret
it is locked behind her eyes.
Somehow,
she hopes these dreams can be unlocked
with the right words and,
more importantly,
the right wand.
blue sky infinite 