Rainbow

She looked down on the fish in wonder.
Its beauty something to behold.
Its scales shimmered and were a blur,
With the colors of the rainbow.

She was five.

.

At fourteen she learned the colors of sin,
They were painted upon her flesh.
Her mother tried to console her,
They were only colors--
It wasn't enough.

She was young.

..

Red.
The color of her mother's life stained the ground.
Streak across the grass.
Green.
The color of her face.

She was sweet.
She was sixteen.
And she was turning sour.

...

Her grief was as dark as the sky,
And as deep a hue as the sea.
She promised she would never forgive him.
He killed her.
But love does not easily fade.

She was twenty.

...

Twenty five,
With a child pinker than the colors of dawn,
She found the note in the top drawer.
"Emotions come in many colors,"
She had written.
"Like the scales of a trout."
She broke down and cried.

That night, she called him,
Her father,
To tell him about his grandchild.