HALO - Poem
HALO
(Copyright 2016 by Dave Kiffer)
She loved the gloriole,
Reminding us that her mother
Had seen one just before labor,
That she had risen from the couch
To go outside in the sun
And that her water had broken.
She also loved the rainbows
That came when the clouds did not,
Rarely, yes, but often enough
To leave colored memories
To melt the gray sky days
Into moments softly passing.
Perhaps it was the finiteness
Of the rainbows, the beginning,
Middle and end, the story arc
Soaring from ground to sky
And back again, like a love story
Which she also loved.
And yet she
Clearly preferred the circle
Of the sky dogs, the tail chasing
Halos ringing the evening suns,
Inevitably announcing the rain
That colored her happiest tears.
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