Day Dreaming
by Stacy Julin
My mother told me not to day dream.
I know you love Grandma, but she’s a dreamer.
Stay in reality,
day dreaming does no good.
Still, my grandma painted forests
with water colors,
and she would play songs on the piano
that she dreamed in her sleep.
She read a book to me
with a picture of little girls with red hair
like mine,
poems that stayed me
and filled my dreams with words.
I felt my heart move when we read
from those books.
She had lived alone most of her life,
but she could create lovely things.
I know why grandma day dreamed.
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A poem inspired by my grandmother, whom I loved. My own life has mirrored hers in ways I would never have imagined.
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STACY JULIN'S iwork has been published in Oyster River Pages, Pirene’s Fountain, Sweet Tree Review, Southern Quill, and Word Fountain, and has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize. She is the author of three poetry chapbooks, A Pebble Thrown in Water (Tiger’s Eye Press, 2010), Visiting Ghosts and Ground (Finishing Line Press, 2018), and Things We Carry (Finishing Line Press, 2024). She lives with her family at the base of the beautiful Wasatch Mountains.