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Rainbow

By , Gresham, OR
When I was a young girl,
Around the age of five,
My mother drove us to see dancing rainbows.
They’d smile at me and laugh at me too.
That was before things took a turn.
I was almost fourteen,
Learning about how rainbows make everyday life,
Seem priceless.
My mother knew.
But the rainbows weren’t as kind to her,
As she was to them.
They took her away from me,
Using a man-made car.
Just metal and rubber,
Could kill my mother as it did.
I miss her,
And every time I do,
I think about rainbows.
And maybe, just maybe,
She’s one of them.
Watching me.





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