A rainbow stretched across the sky the day your mother died.
It was vibrant.
Orange. Red. Yellow. Green. Pink. Purple. Even a bit of blue. Indigo. Violet.
It shimmered
and it arched perfectly across the sky.
We stood and stared.
Who is to say what the heavens mean when they speak?
For me,
a tribute to a vibrant life.
One that shimmered.
One that was not afraid to give.
One that was full of love, joy, grace
and humour.
As the sun began to set, the rainbow gradually faded.
The clouds claimed the last of the rays, bright-hued, glorious pink.
Too quickly it passed.
A rainbow stretched across the sky.
—Reina Neufeldt, March 7, 2017