The little white house stands alone in Strawberry Mansion.
It is surrounded by large, empty lots.
In front of the house, on a tiny bit of bright green grass,
two girls hunch over digging, digging, digging.
Sun warms their backs.
The breeze is soft and sweet.
Hair tickles their faces.
Two sisters planting seeds.
Grandma told them to plant the seeds in Spring time.
Grandma said, "You can make wishes when you plant them."
Digging, digging, digging,
soft moist soil.
The sisters gently place the seeds in the moist dirt.
One by one
They count one, two, three, four, five, six.
Grandma said six is a good number,
Grandma had six children.
The sisters make six wishes
They close their eyes:
They wish for a happy life.
They wish for acceptance, and understanding.
They wish for kindness in the world.
They wish to always see the beauty in the world.
They wish for more love in the world.
The sisters move the soft soil over the seeds,
Pat, pat, pat with small brown hands
They sprinkle water gently to make the seeds grow.
“Grow, grow, grow!” The sisters say.
Their perfect oval heads look up to the sun.
The girls know that wishes are just wishes.
The girls know that they need to work hard like grandma did
To make the wishes come true.
They look up at the sky.
The sun shines down on them.
They kiss the blue, blue sky.
“Thank you grandma, for the seeds of hope.”