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About My Dreams.

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Poems by a little girl by Hilda Conkling.

It is Thursday, let’s read from great poets, I post this poem from a little young girl Hilda published in 1920.

Before I came through the cloud. 
They remember the sky, my little dreams,
They have wings, they are quick, they are sweet: About My Dreams.

Now the flowers are all folded
And the dark is going by.
The evening is arising
It is time to rest.
When I am sleeping
I find my pillow full of dreams. 
They are all new dreams:
No one told them to me
Before I came through the cloud. 
They remember the sky, my little dreams,
They have wings, they are quick, they are sweet. 
Help me tell my dreams 
To the other children, 
So that their bread may taste whiter, 
So that the milk they drink 
May make them think of meadows
In the sky of stars. 
Help me give bread to the other children
So that their dreams may come back:
So they will remember what they knew 
Before they came through the cloud.
Let me hold their little hands in the dark, 
The lonely children,
The babies that have no mothers any more. 
Dear God, let me hold up my silver cup 
For them to drink, 
And tell them the sweetness 
Of my dreams. 

“About My Dreams” was originally published in Poems by a Little Girl (Frederick A. Stokes Company, 1920). Published in Poem-a-Day on March 8, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets. Courtesy; Academy of American Poets.

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