Rainbows
Colored rainbows of memories,
Glisten across the ribbons of pain,
Never could handle the death,
Of someone close to me,
Remembering the times that we shared,
Bring colorful splashes like a rainbow in the sky,
I always, always questioned why?
I never am ready to really say goodbye,
Too afraid that my memories will also die
Donna Layne Roberts
March 1, 1996
Copyright 1996
