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A rainbow's beginning

- by Laurie Tuttell 59

"The phone's for you," I heard a voice say,
Why is my heart hurting?

"Your momma is gone"
"did she say where she was going"?
Your not saying……..no,
she can't be……
she was going to live forever….

I, walking into the room,
did my heart just stop?

A blanket surrounds a form beneath its folds
I hear a soulful cry, was that mine?,
"don't cover her face, she can't breathe"!

Pulling back the covers,
I touch her face,
she looks so peaceful,

Holding her gently, like she use to do,
to comfort my fears and sorrows.
I never got to say goodbye, I keep hearing inside.
I never got to say I'm sorry,
I know I made you sad.
I never meant to hurt you,
The moment to say I love you, I thought would be tomorrow.
I'll see you tomorrow and we will talk.
I was angry because you thought more of others than yourself,
making sure that those that had none did not go without.
You always surrounded the lost souls with love and warmth,
giving the gift of hope to those, that once believed had none.
Sadness, like an avalanche rolling over me,
trying to catch my breath…when looking up I saw a rainbow,
then there were two!
I felt you moving through my heart, caressing my spirit.
That gentle touch that only a mother possesses.
The sweet melody gently floating in the air,
"I am free and can do more where I am,
I couldn't do it there",
I will walk beside you when you need a friend,
and wipe away your tears".
I can now watch over your babies,
my three pride and joys.
Know I am there beside you.

A peaceful calm embraces me.
I see you smile,
your eyes, bright with laughter,
singing your song of life and love.
Thank you for being in my life, momma.
For giving me the gift of life and love.

I am from

- by Rose M. de Leon 58

I am from the love of my family.
I am from my mom, my dad, my grandmother, and my grandfather.

I am from sweet baked cakes, homemade cornbread, and all the smells of the world.
I am from good jobs, great effort, and "GO TO YOUR ROOM." I am from thick and thin, cold and hot.

I am from stories from my neighbors, from my dad and my mom, from my nephew and nieces. Stories to stay strong.

I am from childhood pictures and baby toys. From rattles, pacifiers and bottles. I am from my mother's stomach where she held me for nine full months.

I am from good and bad. I am from music of ALL kinds. I am from feast such as parties. I am from piñatas, candy and ice cream. I am from all kinds of fun.

I am from "I got your back" and "You're one of a kind." I am from love and harmony and everyone around me.

I am from hard and soft. I am from my father's heart and my mother's love.... I am from, the hands of God.