One of my mother's irises.
I stopped. Looked. Smiled.
She loved her irises.
I loved her. Still do.
I miss her. Always will.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Irises
On January 24, 2013 I stepped out my back door to go to work. I looked down and an iris was blooming.
One of my mother's irises.
I stopped. Looked. Smiled.
She loved her irises.
I loved her. Still do.
I miss her. Always will.
One of my mother's irises.
I stopped. Looked. Smiled.
She loved her irises.
I loved her. Still do.
I miss her. Always will.
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