Home Poem

Poem About Treasuring Family

Growing up poor and being shuffled from one foster home after another, I had dreamed of making it big somehow and moving away from my family. But I never really made it big, and I had found myself missing those that I love so dear. And I had realized that the "pot of gold" was actually the treasure of being with my family and friends.

Featured Shared Story

No Stories yet, You can be the first!

Share your story! (0)

At The End Of The Rainbow


Published by Family Friend Poems May 2011 with permission of the Author.

After a terrible rainstorm   
In the sky, I saw a rainbow.
All the bright, beautiful colors made me feel so warm
As they dipped down so low.

I thought back to that legend of old
Sitting on my grandfather's knee.
"At the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold,"
He would say to me.

Every time I would see a rainbow
In that big, beautiful sky so bold,
I would cross my fingers and make a vow,
"I would be the one to find that pot of gold."

So one day I bid my family and friends goodbye
As I started on my journey, following that rainbow.
I walked away quickly, knowing if I lingered I would cry.
I left to find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

But as I traveled so far and so long,
I could not find the end of that elusive rainbow.
Feeling very sad, I began to hear a song;
A song from my childhood so sweet and low.

By the song I was sold.
No more did I need to roam.
In all that time I was searching for that pot of gold.
It was with my family and friends, at home.


  • Stories 0
  • Shares 298
  • Favorited 12
  • Votes 94
  • Rating 4.21

Back to Top