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Oct 13
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SilverGoose

Double Rainbow

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.
 
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Posted: 10.13.17
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  1. Abby_Simmons
    Oct 13, 2017

    Nice Goose! I love the photo you chose and the delicate simplicity of your piece. Great job!

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  1. SilverGoose
    Oct 13, 2017

    Thanks!

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  1. Drift
    Oct 13, 2017

    This poem is so delicate and warm feeling. Even though it is kind of sad, there is still something gentle about it that lessens this feeling of ¨sadness¨ and your language definitely has to do with it, because you wrote in this reassuring, reflective, and simple way that makes this piece really relatable.

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  1. SilverGoose
    Oct 13, 2017

    Thanks!

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