Grandma Makes a Rainbow
Grandma is up there stirring up a rainbow the child said
Lori had seen it in her sleep, clear in her open head.
Her mother did not believe her until the next day.
There was a gorgeous rainbow, in Grandma’s way.
Grandma had loved rainbows and riding her bike.
She told Dick, Harry, Lee, Sam and her cousin Mike
Grandma is riding a bike across the sky making a rainbow.
Knowing their grandma, they all thought it was so.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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