A Rainbow in Her Pocket

There is only one rainbow
Father said to daughter
How could that be, Daddy?
She wisely asked in return.

Because God gave it to me
For safe keeping. In my pocket
It stays until I see a lost soul
On the horizon in need of it.

This cannot be, she said. But why?
Father asked, foolish to her wisdom.
Because God gave me one too,
To give to you on the horizon.

Photo by me: Gullfoss, Iceland.


11 thoughts on “A Rainbow in Her Pocket

  1. JAD says:

    What really gets me about this poem is the concisely painted picture of how adults work to give to the world, imagine the weight of the world upon them, and yet are being taken care of by the gifts of children (and others) all the time, generally without knowing it.


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