A Mother's Wishing

I often wonder what my mother thought

about me, and if she had any ideas or wishes
for who and what I might grow up to be? She
has long since departed this life, and might

be amazed how things actually turned out for
me. An artist and writer? Well perhaps, but
not one of fortune and fame. Nothing against
you personally she might say, but in my

experience I have never known one of those.
And chances are...perhaps a salesman like
your father or a stock clerk at a grocery store.
Bet Mom never expected I'd be writing a poem

someday about what her dreams for me may
have entertained—a good boy generally, she
might say, but a poor performer with his aca-
demics in school. Unfortunately, not voted by

his classmates as “the most likely to succeed.”
I can see into her wistful eyes looking down on
me, as she somehow hopes for all the best.
Now go and wash your hands, Christopher,

she would likely say, it’s almost time for dinner.

Chris Hanch 5-1-19