While helping Mama unpack some boxes that were full of things that belonged to my grandmother, I came across a poem.
Now my grandmother was a writer. She never shared much of it with the world, but she was very talented and loved to put thoughts to paper. I knew this, so finding a poem was not a surprise.
What was a surprise was the voice of this particular poem. It wasn’t Baba’s, definitely not her style. And clearly not her handwriting either.
Mama looked over my shoulder and knew just what it was. This poem not written BY my grandmother but FOR her. It was written by a young man who had fallen on hard times. He would come visit my grandmother when she was sick and spend time with her.
It was about a family tradition, one of my favorites, we hang crystals in the windows.
As a child I remember seeing them in my Great Grandmother Roebuck’s windows. I would lie on the floor and watch the pretty colors sway in the breeze. No one left living can tell me how it started or why. During one of these visits, my grandmother must have told him that when she was small, she called the light refractions from prisms “Dancing Rainbows”.
Rainbows were dancing yesterday, and also the day before
So I walked outside early today to see what lay in store
The rainbows were gone, so I walked inside with sorrow, bitterness and pain
But as the day passed I went outside to see it had started to rain
When the rain stopped, I raised my head and looked into the clear blue sky
The sight I saw was very beautiful and with joy I started to cry
There was just one rainbow in the sky and it moved as if it were trying to hide
Then it jumped as if dancing with me over to the other side
There appeared another rainbow, more beautiful than the first
It moved so gracefully through the sky
Then it seemed to burst
It scattered so very beautifully as if with grace and poise
Then I heard the echoing sound of such a beautiful noise
The rainbows it seemed could not be still
They moved as if to prance
The noise I heard was a harmony as the rainbows started to dance.
As you may know, I’m moving into a new house. It’s what you’d call a fixer upper. I’ve been working day and night on it. Floors, walls, ceilings, nothing will be untouched.
Not even the windows.
A few years ago I found a couple of pink chandelier crystals. I can’t wait to dig them out.
And watch the Grands faces as they see the rainbows dance in my new home.
I owe a huge THANK YOU to Karen from Baking In A Tornado for being my editor on this one.
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