Wonder never left my side
But she found a place to hide
From time to time surprising me
In the laughter of a child
In the feeling in the air
In the countenance of others
‘Till I glanced upon a face like mine
And once again, Wonder felt smothered
But that was many years ago
I haven’t seen her for ages
She put up with me for quite some time
Through the depression and the rages
Sometimes I think about Wonder
How she’s doing. Where she’s been.
I’ve often thought, “Did we really meet?”
“An imaginary friend?”
Wonder had a friend who goes by the name, “Magic”
Though Magic made herself so scarce
When visited by Tragic
Tragic was never invited
He usually showed up unannounced
He always hung around too long
And laughed even when denounced
Magic always set the table
Back when I was a child
And invited all her friends to come
Beauty made sure the room was styled
They always threw parties for Wonder
Wonder loved a good surprise
Especially many years ago
When she saw through younger eyes
Plenty made sure everyone could come
Though scarcity was left off the list
Scarcity is the party pooper
Slapping Plenty on the wrist
I’ll never forget the full house those nights
The music and the fare
The laughter and the playfulness
All the important ones were there.
Hilarity grabbed attention and did what he did best
While Time sat in the corner, content to take a rest
Frivolity sometimes got a stare,
But had something they admired
Generosity passed out gifts
Of that she never tired
All the kids in the neighborhood
Were invited to Wonder’s celebrations
And adults would peek their heads in
In a curious flirtation
The last time I saw Wonder
She was heading off to sea
On a ship called, “Broken Promises”
She didn’t even wave at me
The ship was loaded with Heavy Baggage
And other faces I recognized
So many of Wonder’s friends stuck with her
I shouldn’t be surprised
Somehow I think she was taken captive
She went against her will.
But I didn’t fight for her that day.
That feeling haunts me still.
Sometimes I think of calling up Hope.
I hear she’s still in town.
They say she knows where Wonder went.
And knows how to track her down.
I’ve heard stories that Wonder sometimes comes back
From far across the sea
I’m praying this will be that year
She comes back to visit me
By John Voelz