The Dream


Robert Anning Bell, 1901, “A Flight of Fairies” – via Wikimedia Commons.


The Dream

Hold my hand and we will go
to places only fairies know.
Beneath the green-striped lily leaf
beside a nest the robin weaves.
Into the tulip’s lifted cup
We’ll drink the dew drops while we sup.
Then ride a snail across the path,
to splash with sparrows in their bath.
Someday we’ll course a moonbeam bright,
and fade into the magic night.

Virginia Caroline Schmidt Gambardella


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Virginia Gambardella lives in New York, only three miles from where she grew up. Her dad was a naval engineer and adventurer, and her mom was a dressmaker for Bergdorf Goodman. Virginia enjoys: people, holidays, antiques, nature, gardening, fishing, decorating, fashion, sharing knowledge, cooking and baking. She’s a cancer survivor, a pancreatitis survivor, a widow, and the re-inventor of her life, “as necessary.” She wrote “The Dream” in 1991.

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3 responses to “The Dream

  1. I’m transported to a place in the back of memory reading this – Your poem is absolutely beautiful Virginia (I’m a big fan of fairies) – thank you for sharing this with all of us Sandra! 🌸

  2. triciaknoll

    What a reassuring poem as to the magic in the world.

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