The End

I followed the rainbow

to the end

and found

a ninety-four year old

Irish grandmother

living from

social security check

to

social security check

no

pot of gold

in sight.

She told me

about her late husband

and how they met

before he was sent

to fight his way

across Europe,

and how they landed

on this island,

him and her,

fifty years ago

when he took

a new job

out here

during a mid

life

crisis

and

they loved it…

but he’s dead

now

and her children

are all either dead

or living far away

far from the end

of the rainbow

and her grandchildren

don’t bother with her

and her great-grandchildren

don’t bother with her

and her great-great grandchildren

have never even met her

here,

at the end

of the rainbow

where

there is no pot of gold,

just an old

Irish widow

with

a social security check,

a small dog,

three cats

and

a

broken

heart,

here at the end

of the rainbow

here,

near

the end

of

her

life…

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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