Before I was born,
my mom had a rabbit
that died for me to be born.
My dad wanted a thunderstorm
so when I woke I could see
my first rainbow.
On the day I was born,
my mom had drops of water
coming from her eyes. My dad
was so very happy to see
his first daughter.
When I was small,
I always held my lips
in the way I wanted to be kissed.
When I was little,
I liked to scrunch up my toes.
Now I am eight,
and I am happy
to see the world.
[photo by 10 sec Rule. via flickr]
tumblewords
Oh, the rabbit. How cute this is and how full of life!
AuraGem
This is such a beautiful memory. Love the double interpretation of the rabbit + Dad wanting a thunderstorm so you could see your first rainbow. Lovely sense of hope!
Gemma
Tria
Isabella was one of my students when she wrote this. Brava! I loved it then and I love it now.