I Am 

I am a girl who likes to dream. 
I wonder if I'll ever get better. 
I hear butterflies fly. 
I see angels with wings. 
I want to be able to run. 
I am a girl who likes to dream. 

I pretend I can fly with the birds. 
I feel a waterfall. 
I touch the stars up so high. 
I worry about myself. 
I cry when I hear what's going to be happening to me. 
I am a girl who likes to dream. 

I understand what's true. 
I say I wish it didn't happen, but it did. 
I dream that God is with me. 
I try not to think about it. 
I hope I will be okay. 
I am a girl who likes to dream.

I hope that you'll join me in sending warm thoughts to Amanda. She's receiving both medications and radiation, working hard to get rid of a brain tumor (when I published this in 2000). Her teacher sent this poem because Amanda thought that you might want to read it on Band-Aides. My thanks to Atmara Cloe for the use of her lovely angel, a copywritten work of art.

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Joan Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N.
Associate Professor of Nursing, Lehman College, CUNY
Bronx, New York 10468

Last updated: November 14, 2004