Have you ever chased a rainbow
To find it’s pot of gold
You need to find its very end
This is what I have been told

I must have stood on every hill
And driven down every road
I’ve run through all the fields
Looking for my pot of gold

The moment it stopped raining
And the sun began to shine
I would chase the elusive rainbow
For the gold would soon be mine

Then one day my child was born
As beautiful as she could be
I no longer chase the rainbow
For my gold has come to me!

With my other poems I have written side notes to provide background or understanding of what the poem symbolizes.

As I think this one is self explanatory I want to tell you about the faith of a child instead.

My daughter was not yet two when her mother and I separated. For years I regularly traveled up and down the road to visit her - many time from 10-12 hours away.

I would always call before I left to check the weather and give an approximate time of arrival.

Whenever it was storming I would always comfort her by saying I was bringing the sunshine with me.

When she was about 8 or 9 I was living in California. - a three day trip away so giving a specific arrival time was difficult.

It had been raining in Vernon for 2 days and Bailey was waiting patiently (the best she could anyway). Suddenly she turned to mom  and said “Daddy’s here”.

“How do you know” her mother asked? “The sun has just come out” she confidently replied.

She was right - I was less than 3 minutes away. Can it get anymore special than that?