What I've Learned about Dreams
by Lexi
genre:
Poetry
description:
This poem was actually written by me, Alexandra Crandall and it is dedicated to my dad,Brett. This poem took 3rd in the Utah State Poetry Contest and 5th in the National Manningham Poetry Competition.
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What I've Learned about Dreams
What I've Learned about Dreams
chapter 1
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updated 02/09/08
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The night my dad died, I had a horrible dream. I can't remember it now - this was seven years ago - but I remember how it felt. I climbed off my crinkly mattress and ran to Mom's room. She was sitting up, on the edge of her bed, lost in thought. She told me Dad had gone up to heaven. I was six years old.
That was how I learned that dreams are like Russian dolls, stacked inside of each other, and that when you wake from one, there's always another.
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That was how I learned that dreams are like Russian dolls, stacked inside of each other, and that when you wake from one, there's always another.
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