Last year on my birthday I wrote about 56 Things I’ve Learned in My 56 Years. One year later as I sat down to write, I came across this poem I wrote four months after moving to Mexico. It makes me smile, it makes me a bit sad, and it makes me realize that I have grown a little taller after all.

I wish that I were taller
So I could see the things that other people see
I wish I was less vulnerable
So I could sleep more at night
I wish I was content
To still the longing in my heart
I wish I was there
Because here is too scary
I wish I was really here
So that I might leave the past behind

I wish you were me
So that you could know what I feel
I wish I were you
And then perhaps
And then perhaps

I wish that hearing ‘I love you’
Was enough
I wish that saying ‘I love you’
Came more easily
I wish I knew myself more than I do
Because I think I would be okay
With what I found there

I wish.

In October 2012, I drove 6,800 kms with my artist husband, Ric Kokotovich (, and my dog Iggy, to spend 6 months in our adopted city of Merida. Leaving the fast paced world of Calgary behind, I packed my books, art and entrepreneurial spirit, and set off to explore what lay beyond the borders that had become my life. In October 2013 we hit the road south again, hoping to find out what ‘living the dream’ really means. This is my adventure.

3 comments on “The Wish

  1. Small but mighty, Ali!

  2. Mary Paston

    Sniff sniff….Iove this poem Alison..I can relate,to damn near every line, lil sister! Thank you

    Sent from my iPad


  3. Rock Paper Sister(s)

    Strikes a universal chord I am sure, lovely Al.

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