I’m not the sort to store up broken dreams
In bins in the basement
Where I might accidentally find them again
While looking for something else one day.
No, I am a collector of happy hopeful dreams
That I keep, like marbles,
In glass jars on the window sill
Where the sunlight can catch them
And color my world,
Reminding me that impossible
Is only for those who don't try to achieve it.








Comments: 17
Colored marbles in the sun. What a lovely way to begin my week, with that thought in mind.
Today, I will make an effort to remember a happy moment whenever I can.
Bless you.
What Is Happening Today on Gather ~ Monday July 30, 2012
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Have a wonderful day!
Lovely, lovely poem!!!