At the end of the rainbow

I remember the first time I saw a rainbow
It had rained yet we were still outside
Oblivious of the rain-and there it was
Exactly as the stories you told me described

I remember your face watching mine
As it lit up in living colour before me
I was seven-you had my hand
I remember wanting to run to the end of the rainbow
For the crock of gold was waiting for us

I remember the second time I saw a rainbow
There had been so many since I was seven
But the second time I actually saw it
Was the day your hand slipped from my grasp
And then you were gone

Somewhere deep inside of me
I still believe I can find the crock of gold

Valerie Masters