Missing Vickey

Yesterday’s teardrops have dried.

And, though her face may be stained,

She will scrub it clean and again try.

The dagger may still rest in her heart,

Lodged deeply and permanent,

But she will stand tall and firm

And, as today’s tears stream her cheek,

Another small step will be taken.

On another day, they shall meet,

But for now, she stands, even if alone.

Published by LESSONS LEARNED FROM THE RAINBOW

As a poor kid growing up in the Mississippi Delta, there was never alot of hope or many opportunities. But, for 30 minutes, if I could sit in front of my tv, I could go anywhere and be anything through the magic of Reading Rainbow. That show brought so much light into some really dark days; and I carried the lessons I learned through the storytelling of Lavar Burton for all my life. Now that I am a grandmother, I've come to realize the significance of Reading Rainbow and the role it played in making me the woman I am today. I feel that the cruelty in this world has hardened my heart against the hope and valorous spirit that I once had. I am hoping that by revisiting Reading Rainbow; and the stories covered over its expansive reign on Public Access Television, I will regain the love for life and craving for adventure that the little girl growing up on Hunter Road had over 40 years ago.

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