Dad is a collector of rainbows.
Pictures taken to capture and frame
A small wonder performed on the world
He says it’s like saving up luck in our lives.
Seven rainbows held in his hand, preciously
Displayed. Dazed, I see syrupy dimples form
From a childish prideful smile. I felt curiosity
“Seven luck to share,” he said in a voice that
Traced back through time, pure and innocent
Rainbows rarely occur and when they do–
He promises that miracles will happen
It’ll definitely be a good year.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.
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