Her name was on the list,
an attendee not to be missed;
but, she never took her seat,
never got to eat
with the big boys:
the Glorious Sun;
the dark, brooding clouds;
the persistent breeze,
who shook awake the trees;
the falling down, getting up again, rain.
No, my Rainbow, she never came.
And I know she had a beautiful dress
to wear for the occasion –
although she’d worn it before –
I longed to see it just once more.
