(1880-1966 / Atlanta, Georgia)

My Little Dreams

I'm folding up my little dreams
Within my heart tonight,
And praying I may soon forget
The torture of their sight.

For time's deft fingers scroll my brow
With fell relentless art—
I'm folding up my little dreams
Tonight, within my heart.

by Georgia Douglas Johnson

Comments (1)

Nicely expressed. A beautiful poem.