Rainbow 

                                            The rainbows far tall and wide

                                                Glisten as they soar and glide

                                            Although they fade upon the shade

                                               Of each evening night                                                                         

                                          When you wake each step you take 

                                              They are high in flight          

                                         Although how high and far they seem

                                         Just take a look at the end of its beam

                                             And look around upon the ground

                                        And see the end of the rainbows beam

                                            As people watch listen and wait

                                            To see their bright colors gleam  

                                      Although it seems you wont see them again

                                            Just look a bit closer …

                                                  and see it round the bend

                                                                                                    Katie Kenneweg-Kintzel

                 This is why dreams become memories of love.

This poem is in appreciation for the dedication and love of the 

to MEMORIES 

family of volunteers.