Angelina has a rainbow which is yellow, mauve and pink.
She likes to go there often if she wants to sit and think.
She like the way it shimmers and watches as it shines,
she knows that it will answer any question that she finds.
She watches birds and animals that dance beneath its arch,
and the mischief of the squirrels, which always makes her laugh,
She likes to know the rainbow will softly wipe her tears.
She loves the way it listens as she tells it of her fears,
for sometimes, when she's home again, it's very sad but true
that Angelina's rainbow turns purple, black and blue.
I am always incensed by cruelty against children and this poem was written after I read a particularly disturbing news report one day.