Winter Writings: Day 53

He looks up, holding his mother's hand tightly
wondering why he woke up today
and announced he wanted to ride the ferris wheel.
It seemed like the world at the time.
But now, the world seemed small
next to the glittering, turning
wheel of fortune.
He sat down and buckled in,
careful to lock in tightly,
and looked back.
And even as his mother waved and smiled,
he wondered if he would see her again...
but how else would he reach the stars,
if he did not ride the great wheel into the sky?