Rainbow

My life is a rainbow,
It’s a variety of things.

Hunched over the page,
Pencils running out.
Eyes frantically snapping from the paper to the clock,
anticipating the end.
Two lines to go, time to go home.
School.

Earphones pulsing with a rhythmical beat.
Sing along to your favorite songs,
Tap the rhythm with whatever you’re holding.
Music.

A hand touches a furry back.
Holding a picture tightly, looking back.
A tear shed, watch it run down the smiling faces.
Loss.

Hands delicately moving over smooth ivory keys.
Melody drifts through the house, keeping the beat.
Turning the page, reset the pedal.
Piano.

Hands firm, yet relaxed, holding down a string of chords,
While the bow smoothly crosses over the strings.
Notes ring throughout the house.
Violin.

Smooth, black nose nudging the bed,
Then powerful legs jump into it.
Legs frantically twitching, in a doggy dream.
A tiny muzzle sniffs around for hidden treats,
A small curled tail wags as if it might fall off.
Dogs.

Notebooks stacked high,
Filled to the very last line.
Pens with no ink,
Pencils broken for the last time.
Writing.

Oven mitts scratch against skin.
Oven beeps.
A dash of caramel and whipped cream with a cherry,
The brownies are complete.
Cooking.

Pages flipping,
Eyes greedily taking in every word.
I say that I’ll stop reading in a minute,
But I never do.
Reading.

My life is a rainbow,
It’s a variety of things.