Dear Readers,
I hope that all of you had meaningful Seders!
For the next seven weeks, I will be working on writing a poem a day during the counting of the omer. I am not limiting myself to a theme, but using the opportunity to write and imagine a little each day.
The poem below is on the theme of being a grandparent and I am hopeful that it is a sentiment shared by some of you.
I won't be publishing these poems here on my blog, because that would be too many notifications for you, but if you would like to see the poems as they come out, please email me at leannshamash@gmail.com and I will send you them periodically as they come out.
We counted day 4 last night and I am busy imagining poem three...I am behind!
Have a wonderful day.
Leann
The Other End of the Rainbow
Is this the other side of the rainbow?
If it is, when did I arrive?
The other end of the rainbow
looks like home.
There are
blue skies
and a chilly
April breeze
and music
like the sound of rising laughter.
No witch’s feet under a broken house
at the end of this rainbow;
just the vision of children
running
on grass
painted
emerald green;
their long hair flying behind them
like kite tails.
Their
sturdy
little legs dancing,
leaping,
racing.
Boundless,
the rainbow
stretches before them.
Their voices ring loud,
the sound of echoes;
carried high
on the
April breeze,
but
fading,
fading,
as they scramble
up a green carpeted hill.
Perhaps they are searching for
the other end
of the rainbow?
Maybe,
but I know
that I
have
already
arrived.
