Years ago,
shortly after you died,
there was a storm
and then a rainbow.

Mom said it was you
smiling down at us,
she said you’d be
proud of me.

This morning
as I was leaving for school
there was a double rainbow.

It was you again,
maybe with Grandpa.
Little hints of the
happiness and beauty
you brought to the earth.

Mom and I were
bathed in sunlight
and raindrops
as we took pictures.