When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
All my childhood dreams have come true.
During the Gulf War, I remember two little third grade girls saying to me - after I read them some poems by writers in Iraq - 'You know, we never thought about there being children in Iraq before.' And I thought, 'Well those poems did their job, because now they'll think about everything a little bit differently.'
When we see the face of a child, we think of the future. We think of their dreams about what they might become, and what they might accomplish.
It was the enchantment of spoken verse that led me to write for children.
As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.
My daughter has a vivid imagination, and so does my son.
My sons have such a deep access to my heart.
I'd like my son to remember me as a good dad.
I want to remind you today that the greatest Artist of all time created you. He dreamed about you long before you were born, before a single brushstroke of your life took place.
As a child our dreams got scattered all about and all our future prospects got scattered to so many places, and we spend our lives trying to find the little pieces that make up our lives and make up the dreams that we had as a child that got blown away in the windstorm.