Rainbows and Daisies

She ran through fields of daisies 

Chasing her pot of gold 

On the tail of every rainbow 

She was only six years old 

"Someday I'm gonna catch one" 

She always used to say 

I didn't have the heart to tell her 

That soon she'd pass away 

Stricken with cancer at the age of three 

She lived life full and tall 

I've questioned God so many times 

Why take one so very small? 

She fought hard those final days 

It happened in the spring 

She never found her pot of gold 

That the rainbows always bring 

It's hard to see the rainbows now 

The rain's just not the same 

I still see her in those fields sometimes

Playing that childhood game 

We Buried her in those daisy fields 

Deep beneath the ground 

We marked it with a wooden cross 

Where my gold can still be found 

Reviews

[Michael G.]

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perfection, sir.