“Put your magic glad on, baby. The world needs your sun. You just could be the one, you know, who saves somebody’s day—hauling it out of the gloom pool—setting it on its feet again. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Don’t give me your aw c’mon. I know your power. I’ve seen it in action with my very own eyes.
Why just last Tuesday, you turned it on that old dude up on 4th and Vine, giving him that sly wink as if you shared some precious secret just between the two of you.
‘Hey, Pops,’ you said. And he lit up like a Christmas tree just because you knew he was real.”
© Susan K. Minarik