Iris
This poem I wrote for my grandmother, I started it a few months before she died for we knew she didn't have much longer-I only finished when we knew her time was coming to an end.
A seed was planted in the grown
And with this seed there was no frown
With the light that shines the flower blooms
For in the garden there is always room
Her inner strength showed no defeat
For she had to wash twenty feet
Take the time to look
And you'll see how she wrote her book
Don't be so troubled
Let's celebrate
She's put together the last piece of her puzzle
A seed was planted in the grown
And with this seed there was no frown
With the light that shines the flower blooms
For in the garden there is always room
Her inner strength showed no defeat
For she had to wash twenty feet
Take the time to look
And you'll see how she wrote her book
Don't be so troubled
Let's celebrate
She's put together the last piece of her puzzle
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