Rainbow of Love

It was twenty years ago this May that my dear Mother passed away. Pain burns deep each time we pray to feel her embrace again one day. Standing by the road after the rain dark clouds drift towards the plain. I hear the loud whistle of the train coming from town and back again. Swiftly appearing is a crisp rainbow colorful palette so bright and aglow. The end was clear in a brilliant show a statue of Mother and child below. Prayers answered with love this time as bells on the church began to chime. Feeling amazed in the bright sunshine an answered prayer within this rhyme.