Wish

On the eve of the eleventh birthday of mine,

When I heard someone promised his people of hope and happy time,

And tomorrow came as tide chasing tide.

Though the time was slow as the snail crawling down,

I was so afraid to miss the cuckoo bird’s singing sound,

And finally the clock walked the twice round,

I happily made a wish from my mouth:

“I hope you can give me a shelter please

Which is big enough to protect me

From the danger that might harm me

And from the coldness that will get me sick.”

Several days later a package from him to me I found

In which a paper-made umbrella was as small as a mouse.

A little unhappy mood in my mind was aroused

And I cried all my tears out:

“This must be from devil a trick

For I feel the joke is so sick!

Mom and Dad won’t give me such a gift

For I know in their heart I am a good kid!

“Everything seems to be up-side-down

For the being-protected becomes the protector now.

I hate people who do not follow their vow,

Just like I hate to hear the glass’ breaking sound.

“I have no idea where to put it in my house

For everywhere looks dangerous somehow,

And only one thing I know it now

Is not to get it in my tears drown.”