I suppose it is a measure
Of my childhood contentment
That every year
When it was time to blow out candles
On my birthday cake,
I would waste my wish:
I wish the Care Bears were real.
I had seen the Care Bears once when a young child,
Vaguely knew that “Sunshine Bear” was my favorite.
I had no real desire that they become real,
But since I had no real desire for anything else,
Why not wish for something fanciful,
As a sort of nostalgia for all the birthdays
As far back as I could remember?
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