Steve's Sign
The young mother stood at the graveside
Of her precious son lost for all time.
The depth of her grief overpowering,
She asked him to give her a sign.
“ Son, if you only could tell me,
If in some way you could help me know
That you are all right in your new home,
Then maybe somehow I’ll go on. “
She felt somehow foolish for asking
This small child so recently gone
For mystical signs of assurance,
And she sadly returned to her home.
She almost could have missed it,
That wonderful gift from above.
But another who loved her completely
Showed her the sign of her baby’s love.
For over the top of her chimney,
After only a sprinkle of rain
In a burst of celestial beauty
A single rainbow came.
The rainbow ran over her hometown
And, only a short distance away
Was the end of the rainbow directly
Over the spot where her dear baby lay.
He knew she was desperate without him.
He loved her too much to ignore
The plea she had made at his graveside
And he reached out to touch her once more.
Sometimes we do not notice
In our everyday struggle to live
How much our loved ones matter;
How much they have to give.
So, if ever you happen to see one
After rain in the heavens above,
Say a prayer for the heart of this mother
And give thanks for the
sign of Steve’s love.
copyright 1999
Doris Lee Hill
All rights reserved
Rainbow photo by Shu-Jiuan Shirley Holtsmark
Used by permission
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