In my heart
I had this dream
of a place
where kids could go
to find pieces of themselves
destroyed by others.
Where they could see
color return
to worlds turned gray
by violence
and hate
and abuse.
Where they could see
how trust works
between a horse
and rider.
And realize
just how much power
they hold to
the lives they lead.
And let them know
they can reach as high
as they can dream
because of love.
Author notes
Born of a long-ago conversation and an experience with a local stable and area first graders.
Please tell me what you think
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I share the same dream...smiles
I adore this..and I felt such a strong message in this write for so many children who were born to parents of lost souls..
This is really beautiful..
Bravo..
Peace
~A~
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There is such a place in the hearts of people like you. You can take any child you wish on this journey. Your dream is true. I loved this poem!
Much Love ♥
Renee
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You have spectacular visions and insight on writing emotional poetry. My pleasure to have the opportunity to read you work. Keep your ink flowing and your mind knowing
Becky -
Written with brevity, yes-but your carefully chosen words inspired a hope and a faith that tomorrow can bring better things-especially into the innocent lives of our young. Beautifully composed!
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I see alot of goodness in this one.
Local stable and first grader remind me of my little niece Who ride her midnigth the real horse and one I brought her that look like midnight. she is a handicapped child but very special in my eyes and her uncle. Oh how she loves to see us. The christmas I was looking for her a stuff horse that you can ride around ing the house. the sparkleing in her eyes, the joyful cry when she took that deep breath and said out loud and clear as a bell. It Midnight. It midnight. two days before midnight got tired of being rode that day. she buck my neice off. I always told her that no matter what happen to get up and try again.. Not knowing if she understood what I emant. She was born with out voices. it was always grunt and moan and pointing when she was a little girl... Everyday I work with her to say words. Here she is now 9 yrs. old. and can hold a conversation with you. Her words not very clear but you can understand what she is saying. And when she see me and my husband, it is like christmas time to her. She hugs and laugh and talk.She is getting accupuntuer just like me. That saves her life. now she is in the first grade and doing well. She hold her head up and she walk with pride and she never give up. she get up and try it again till she learn how to get it right. Iam so proud of her. It was worth every little words and holding her and reading to her, Huging and talking make any child life fulfilled and never a void in one life. This poem touch my heart.
Your freind
Native Spirit -
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Thank you, Native Spirit, for such a touching comment. This wonderful recounting of you and your niece moved me to tears. Love can save a life...and change the world. I went to live wity my Aunt when I was 2 ... I was very ill and I know that I would not not have made it to today..were it not for her. Thank you again for sharing your heart with me. Many blessing to you, your niece and all your family.
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I really liked the message. Without a dream souls perish. Dream on M'Lady dream on.
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what a beautiful dream to behold. A place where they could just "be".Some things can never be forgotten , but wounds can be healed [as in a physical scar that always reminds us of what happened , but eventually it remains just that-a scar that does not go away, yet it also no longer hurts]. If that could be accomplished for the soul as well...what more could be asked for. May your dreams become reality,
reenie
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Ah, These Dreams
I wrote a children's story for my children who had many of their young dreams destroyed and shattered to pieces.
The purpose was as you suggested, that one can rise above the pain and disappointment and dream and love again.
It was a tragic realization for me, that those old dreams could never, like humpty dumpty, be put together again but that they could be used to build on.
Nice work..made me think...which is what a good one is supposed to do...
thank you
amicus...
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Yes indeed...
Hugs...Eddy
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Thank you, Eddy. Means a lot
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