The Rainbow Hand Poem by Marcus Roe

Look,
How the mother loves her baby,
how she holds him,
with strong arms,
high,
so the sun
can warm his face
so his bones will grow straight.

Look,
how she runs with him,
to send a cool breeze
though his toes.

how she makes
an umbrella
of her arms
when the rain
starts to fall

and when the lightning
flashes bright,
too bright,
see how she slips her hand
over his eyes,
her fingers curved

Like a Rainbow