Wishbone

Clearing up the tables.

Relishing the remnants

of the holiday cheer.

Humming out carols

against the still air.

That's when I saw

something that never

fails to put a smile on

my lips.

A Wishbone.

Like a kid that still

believes in its wish-granting

faculties, I looked for someone

to hold the other end.

With anxious hearts

both muttered out their

own silly wishes,
as each pulled with a
twist of the wrists.

And with that final snap,

my eyes opened.

And what I saw

filled my heart with 

hope once more.