You came to me, in confidence, <br />calling my name, half-teasingly, <br />but you never said anything more. <br />You wanted me to hear you, <br />to know you were there, <br />but not to interfere. <br />I feel your kisses <br />and soft stoking on my forehead <br />under moonbeams <br />and I am no longer afraid. <br /> <br />The other day, <br />I found myself at the end of a rainbow <br />and I had to smile <br />because you always had your way of being right <br />and you always said the treasure would not consist of gold, <br />and the treasure was the rainbow. <br /> <br />(To my mother, who still manages to teach me lessons, long after her departure.)<br /><br />Amanda Lukas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-end-of-a-rainbow/
