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Rainbows

June 18, 2013

Cecilia is really into rainbows.  She is three, so why not.  

The last few mornings, after I pull her out of bed, she scampers off because she wants to paint.  This is when I am glad that I didn’t replace the carpet.  I have her set up on a cardboard box, which, she has been instructed, is her work space, but that she has to keep the paint on it.  She asks for water the clean the brushes and then gets after it.  I usually rub sleep out of my eyes for a while.  

Eventually, she wants me to paint her a rainbow.  We make them out of pink, purple, red and blue.  This is because we own the following colors: pink, purple, red and blue.  We also have glitter.  There is glitter in our rainbows.  

So, she likes rainbows.  When we drive, she asks me about them.  Who lives there, do I remember them.  She asked me if Isreal Komikowiwo lives over the rainbow.  I informed her that I think he does now.  

Since she likes rainbows, I am learning the lyircs to the Rainbow connection.  I can sing a bit of it, and she is starting to sing along.  This one is considerable more difficult than three birds:

 

Why are there so many songs about rainbows
and what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they’re wrong, wait and see.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard
and answered when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it’s done so far.
What’s so amazing that keeps us star gazing
and what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

All of us under its spell. We know that it’s probably magic.

Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that called the young sailors.
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it.
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

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