Sometimes I Wish

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time.

Sometimes I wish I were in Little Rock sitting by my daughter’s bedside.

Sometimes I wish Emma had been perfectly healthy, but not often.

Sometimes I wish I had a baby (preferably Emma) to show off to other women.

Sometimes I wish people could see the shadow of Emma I carry with me without me saying anything.

Sometimes I wish I could have just one wish.

Sometimes I’m thankful that I don’t.