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.