Samantha turned the pages pretty rapidly and only got stuck on a couple of words. She sounded the tricky ones out just fine, and I only had to help a little. As she pulled one book out of her blue knapsack while putting away the other, she looked at me through the corner of her eye, and her mouth bent into a smile.
When she got to the last poem in one of the books, I didn’t think that the poem she read to me would be in a current book. The poem was written just as I remembered it, and Samantha read it perfectly. The only thing that was different about it was that it was called The Rainbow Poem.
Listening to those words brought me back to the days when Dad played albums every Sunday. The Peggy Lee album was one of his favorites. My favorite song on that album was Sing a Rainbow. I bent over the phonograph, my belly feeling the pinch as I stretched. I always counted the grooves and found the spot where I should lower the arm. The needle almost always fell right in place. Peggy Lee’s voice would surround the room as she happily sang the colors of the rainbow. Once the song was over, I placed that needle right back to the beginning again. My parents didn’t seem to mind hearing that song over and over again or listening to me sing along.
That tune stuck in my head over the years. As I rocked each one of my babies, I sang that song to them, over and over again. Even though they are not babies any more, I bet each one of them knows Sing a Rainbow by heart.
I didn’t think to tell Samantha that I knew that poem as she named the colors to me one by one. Maybe I will see her again the next time I volunteer at her school. It’s nice to know this favorite tune is still playing in other places instead of just inside of my head!
Last year, right before St. Valentine’s Day, I frantically searched through stacks of things I had written. I was looking for the newspaper print of the poem that I wrote for my husband when he was my boyfriend. Our local newspaper has a contest every year for Valentine’s poems. Even though I didn’t win that contest, I saved the entire page of that newspaper, so I thought it would be easy to find since it’s quite large and probably very yellow by now since it’s from the 80s. I was disappointed because I never found it. I really wanted to read it, and I wanted to publish it on this blog.
About a week ago, I was busy looking for something else when I came across the small poem that had been cut out and taped up for all eternity. I’m sure my mother-in-law was the one who thought to save it and tape it up as a keepsake. That little slip of paper was sitting on top of the filing cabinet. I asked my husband about it, and he said he pulled it out of the desk drawer because he found some old pictures with it. I thought it was funny how that little piece of paper showed up right before St. Valentine’s Day.
It’s kind of a corny little poem that I want to share, but it still holds true, and that’s the best part.
Even though you surprise me with fresh fish instead of roses, I am still thrilled that you are the one with whom I rub noses. And when you search for coupons when you take me out to munch, It makes me think you’re thrifty, and I’m glad I’m with you at lunch. There are times I tire of seeing your blue and red sweater, But I know I could not find any other man I’d love better. I am so happy I met you and wish I did earlier, Because doing so would have made my existence pearlier.
I’m so lucky I found my old Valentine!
Nowadays I usually get roses instead of fish, but this year I got a bouquet of pineapple hearts and chocolate covered strawberries. Yum!