Dandelion Seed

I chased a dandelion seed at the cemetery. It was floating a few centimeters above the ground, spinning out of my reach. I was walking back to the bus stop, up a hill with the wind behind me. It was especially hot that morning. I finally did catch the seed and put it carefully into a little glass bottle I had picked up earlier. It was the perfect bottle: small and wide with a tiny spout. I pushed the seed inside and hoped it wouldn't break. It didn't. 

I thought about what I wished for. Then I thought of each of my children and their challenges. I knew their wishes — health, courage, success. Those are the big ones. I could guess their smaller wishes too, the perks and small successes that help us carry on. Those were the hopes I focused on. 

Yet, I still didn't know what my own wish should be — only the ones intertwined with theirs. For now, my wish is safe stuck at the bottom of the jar.  When I am ready, I’ll let the seed fly away. I'll watch it go and wish for someone else to catch it.