Dreams

I have a very personal connection with this poem.  A hand-written copy of it was taped to my desk-blotter all through my teen years.  It’s one of the few poems I can recite from memory.   I can’t help but wonder what poems will sustain my kids someday…

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly. 

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

                Langston Hughes, Knock at a Star (Selected by X. J. Kennedy)