Monday, January 17, 2011


Primo came home from school last week and told me he’d learned a poem by Langston Hughes. “What is it?” I asked him. He made his face very solemn and then recited:

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’m not gonna lie, I tore up,

Happy Martin Luther King Jr Day, dreamers,