Three Wishes

Three wishes, the genie says
Three wishes, are all you’ll receive
Make it money, fame or fortune
You could have it all
Just wish and I’ll make it so

Three wishes, you say?
Well let me see… what do I desire most?
First would be my mother
The memory of her warmth haunts me still
If truly I can wish for anything, genie
It would be my dear departed mother’s embrace

Second
What could I wish for more
Than my father’s laughing face
So far away, so out of reach
How’s longs it been since I last heard him speak
Won’t you grant me his presence again?

Third
Is there really anything more to ask
With just the two before
Shouldn’t I be satisfied
But I suppose there is just one more thing
I wish all these things were not merely dreams