There is a new year on the horizon and wishes clamoring to be born. Sometimes special ones hang like cherries on a tree,
the best and biggest,
all round and glossy and winedark with juice,
seem to always
But these are wishes I would make for you anyway…
There will be bad times along with the good,
and dark days with the bright.
I would wish for you the knowledge that all this passes and that light is the one thing the blackness flees,
and my cherry wish would be that you have a friend to remind you of that and to sit warmly next to you
and hold your hand when its dark.
The next wish is that you take pleasure in what you do and that you can love whatever that is without the adulation of others.
There will always be people seeking to knock you down, and I hope and make another cherry wish that you will always have a friend waiting at the bottom with a pillow. And a kleenex.
Being different is sometimes hard, being alone is sometimes easier…
But a cherry friend is the best of both worlds
quiet and loud
pushy and soft like white sand.
A cozy comfort and a bee sting to get you running when you need to move along.
I wish you the sunwarmed fruit of this kind of love,
this friending, and place for it to grow.
And glad times that stain your lips and fingers
with this special messy kind of magic.
This, above all, I wish for you.
My cherry friend.