Song - Airplanes – BOB and Haley Williams
Wilfred Mott
I look up to the sky every night after dark I look up to the sky, up to the stars and know that he is out there, somewhere. Him and some plucky youngster racing around in that magical box of his. He's on one of those stars. I don't know any of their names, other than the ones in me little book of course and the constellations I can see from me allotment.
Flashing lights in the sky look like flying stars. Airplanes at night, lights amongst the stars. Like meteors or comets or shooting stars. Maybe I should make a wish, for him up there. He could use a wish, I'd bet my pension.
I close my eyes and wish.
"hello Dad, I've bought your thermos."
I open my eyes. Wishes do come true, miracles can happen. Maybe Donna will remember and everything will be OK again.
Silv's eyes were closed beside me.
"What did you wish for?"