She Had a Rainbow In Her Heart

I used to watch my mother sew she would sit at her machine and run the fabric through its course making perfect seams. She would make me suit, fit me with lots of little tugs, call me a handsome little man and give me loving hugs. She’d button up my self esteem me, dressed in my suit of youth and walk me very cautiously down the avenues of truth. With the patience of eternity she would persevere and explain away uncertainties that filled my timeless years. She had a rainbow in her heart, sparkling through the prism of her eyes, eyes still dancing in my memory like a parade of fireflies. I soon found myself in rebellious years, in a world I couldn’t define, that wore my understanding thread bare and tore the fabric of my mind. My mother she would patch me up and iron out my thoughts; me dressed in tatters of deceptions and lies stitched into my thought. She said one day all these things would hang in the closet of my past, and that all things fashioned by deceptions were never bound to last. She had a rainbow in her heart sparkling through the prism of her eyes, eyes still dancing in my memory like a parade of fireflies. My adult years would have been pockets filled with emptiness but for the patterns of deception mom showed me in the social dress. One day I got a call, the clan was to gather ‘round it was almost time to put mother in the ground. When we buried her, it was in late July I stayed behind till the sun began to die. I stood there in my memories, had myself a cry while the silver moon rose and came alive. When I turned to leave upon my last goodbye I could see through the teardrops in my eyes parades of dancing fireflies hugging all the stars up in the sky. She had a rainbow in her heart sparkling through the prism of her eyes, eyes still dancing in my memory like a parade of fireflies.