How Do Dreams Come True?
by Jasmine
Sixth Grade
Have you ever had a dream
That was broken, like a beam
Of sunlight that was broken,
Shattered and unspoken.
You yearn for more,
And it seems that you have bore
A last hope,
Lost on that foreign rope,
Which holds happiness.
We try hard to see the light,
When it isn’t very bright,
And after a long time,
We realize we spent the last dime,
A final cent to pay,
Though we owed no money at all.
Some awful people hold our last sense
Of our very own boldness,
As we turn to others for help,
Weak as a young whelp.
Nightmares of horror begin,
As I wonder where I’ve been.
It all happened so fast
That I only saw the last
Parts of this nightmare come true.
I honestly don’t know
Where to go,
As I start to realize,
With a great tear in my eye,
That dreams might not be real.
I start to wonder why
We have dreams so high,
Up to the cost
Of the dream being lost.
There is only one other kind
Of thing on my mind,
And that’s where my life might go,
Because I honestly don’t know.
I just want someone near,
To stay with me, here,
As I finish this journey,
With a pain of unhappiness in my knee.
As I look around,
I have found
My family here,
Staying near.
The light is getting brighter,
And the room is growing lighter,
As I realize
My family’s here,
Even if my dream’s not here.
Perhaps from the beginning,
I had two dreams unending,
And how you achieve one dream
Is loosing the other dream.
Yet, this is only a scenario,
For I don’t know
How dreams work
In their complex ways.
My Kitchen
by Jessica
2nd Grade
(Written on homemade paper with ink.)
People grabbing for sweet-smelling rolls.
My sister talking about her day.
Fresh rolls coming out from the oven.
Warm sweetness.
Safe inside my kitchen.
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