Hope In Rainbows
the door to the library
sun room opens,
and they glide in effortlessly
black hijabs,
black swans on a smooth pond
black cotton gowns
embroidered with seeds of hope
their cygnets bob and sway
as they ride the comforting waves
of mother’s robe.
I struggle to smile with my eyes
instead of my mouth
behind this Covid mask
desperate, to welcome them
I take out the crayons
and un-scroll the paper roll
attached to end of the table
breadcrumbs strewn across the water
and if you listen, you will hear her
Color, speaking in common tongue:
there’s hope in rainbows