In my bedroom window,
Which faces due east,
I have four sun-catchers.
On sunny mornings,
If Caleb is grumpy when he wakes,
I mention the sun, and the rainbows,
And he perks up
And points, and looks around,
Amazed by the magic that surrounds us.
This morning, small hands on my face woke me,
And I looked up into a beatific smile,
As garbled baby speech said,
Wake and look! Rainbows!
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