“What was that?” The young boy asked his mom as he pointed to the sky.

“That star…it’s gone now but I’m pretty sure…at least I think I saw it fly.”


“That was a shooting star.” His mom said as she raised her eyes and stared.

Then she smiled at her son and said, “To see on is quite rare.”


“How amazing…now lucky…how fortunate you are…

now close your eyes and make a wish upon that shooting star.”


“But what should I wish for?” The young boy asked, 

“at this wishing stuff I’m kind of new.”

His mom smiled and said, “It’s a special wish…

between the shooting star and you.


There’s magic in a shooting star…

at least that’s how the legends go.

No one knows how the magic works 

but when you close your eyes you’ll know.


“This is how it happens…if the stories I’ve heard are true

You don’t have to search for a wish…the wish will come to you.”


The young boy closed his eyes and smiled 

and as his face began to shine

he whispered, “I wish everyone could have a mom 

as kind and wonderful as mine.”

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This morning while walking in the darkness

I hadn’t traveled very far

When I looked up…

and across the sky

I saw a shooting star.


A screech owl trilled, “Did you see that?”

(he was hidden from my view)

Then I heard a second hidden screech owl answer

“Yes, I saw it too!”


I stopped walking at that moment

(as I say I hadn’t traveled very far)

for I knew I needed to make a wish

upon that shooting star…


I know a shooting star is rare

I know what the astrologers say

If you make a wish on a shooting star

you’re in for a lucky day…


They say a shooting star is strange

extraordinary and bizarre…

they say that there is magic 

in the power of that star.


Today, however, I decided not to make a wish

and though it may cause astrologers to howl…

I decided I was lucky enough


to share this moment with the owls.

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This morning, while out walking,

I hadn’t gotten very far…

when I happened to look up

and see a shooting star.


It was in that magical time of day,

before the night gives way to dawn.

I saw a flash,

a streak of light,

and then… the star was gone.


And I had to stop and marvel

at how that star and the night contrasted…

there but for a moment…

beautiful while it lasted.


I continued on my morning walk

again, I hadn’t gotten very far,

when I realized how all of us

are like that shooting star.


No matter how we see our life…

of this there is no doubt

We are here but for a brief moment 

before our light burns out.


I made a wish upon that star:

That everyone would be loving and caring and kind…

so people will smile when they see their star


and at the light they leave behind?

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