I’d searched the rainbows for so long
I’d given up hope of finding it
and then it happened!
It was sitting there
on the top shelf in Grandma’s kitchen,
just waiting to be discovered.
It was hidden in a brown jug.
Such an ordinary
piece of crockery.
The perfect place
for my grandma
to hide her secret.
As I reached up to bring it down,
some of the contents spilled out
in a scatter of golden buttons
gleaming so much more brightly
than the foil-wrapped chocolate ones
I was used to.
I felt guilty to have discovered it
before she shared her secret.
I knew she would share it.
She always did.
Perhaps their light would capture rainbows.
I would have a surprise for her then,
a secret to share
when she returned.
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Crock of Gold
by Lynn White
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.
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