Wishes in a jar

  
My mom keeps wishes in a jar.

A beautiful blue glass with screw on lid,

Wishes in a jar out of sight, but never hid.

The wishes are varied, 

Some old and some new, many wishes in a jar.

We move and these wishes carried, 

We clean and wipe and return to place.

My moms wishes in a jar.

Some wishes come out broken,

 But then again sometimes aren’t we all?

High up on a shelf, backed against the wall,

My mom keeps wishes in a jar.

On the out side is written ball.

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