Diane Arakaki
The Birth of a Rainbow
A misty veil from the valley
Moving slowly forth,
Like a bride emerging
From the doorway of a church,
Her gown flowing down the aisle.
And at my back
The warming sun,
A bridegroom
Moving slowly into position.
Growing with anticipation.
And as they join . . .
A haze of color appears
Radiating across the sky,
Like the first blush of morning.
Different, A Point of View
Mommy says I'm a backhander.
Is that like a backstroker?
Maybe that's why. . .
When it comes to faucets,
Sister turns the water on
And I turn the water off.
Grandpa says I'm just a Southpaw.
Whatever that means.
Maybe that's why.....
When it comes to playing the ukelele,
Sister makes music
And I make noise.
Daddy says I'm special!
Grandma is one and Uncle is one
So I am one too.
Maybe that's whyÉ
When it comes to locks,
Sister locks the door
And I unlock the door.
People say I'm different
And tliat's their point of view.
I've always been like this.
I always do things my way.