Sunday, November 14, 2010


DREAMS by Langston Hughes

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.

I love this poem. When I first read this poem in middle school, it made such an impression that I memorized it and to this day have not forgotten it. I think it would serve me well to remember this poem more often and really try to live by it. Dreams come and go, they change, they remain the same. Some are childish, some are unrealistic, some are achievable. When I was younger, I dreamed of being a famous singer...mind you, I am terribly shy and would only sing into my hair brush in the safety of my bedroom. When I was in high school, I dreamed of getting a soccer scholarship and studying to be a doctor. When I was in college, I dreamed of getting out in the least amount of time possible!! When I got married, I dreamed of being a mother. After becoming a mother, I dreamed of placing in a triathlon and becoming a certified personal trainer. While watching Food Network everyday, I dream of going to culinary school and becoming and even more amazing chef. Now, some of these dreams have come true, some haven't...yet, and some never will. But I think it is important to always remember our dreams and keep reaching for them. I look at my children, and I just want them to know that they can do anything, be anything, achieve anything they desire. This poem makes me realize I need to be a better example in this area, and try to realize some of those dreams I put on the back-burner. Now, where is my hair brush???


Anne-Marie said...

Love this post! My never-going-to-happen dreams are the most fun to dream!

Lauren said...

I like this post, because often I get so bogged down with the everyday, never-ending jobs of a mother and forget to dream. Thanks for the reminder about why I need to!