I penned this after seeing a piece of art done my fellow artist called. 'Even th Iris's cried when mama left' It is a meadow of iris's with a vision of a lady walking.

The Spirit of Iris

I sit alone on the grass

fixated thoughts of you

my mother so bold

a vision of loveliness

a sight to behold


I miss your passion for life

through tales recalled

so much trouble and strife

combined with the joy

of giving me life



I am walking in a meadow

of beautiful flowers

that share your name

life without you

is not the same.



I will cherish the memory

of this day

when I saw your vision

in the light

holding it in my heart

until the day

we are no longer apart.



©andrewpenman2011

narain, jay p.
Nice poem for your Mom.

sugi
A fine tribute for a missing mom...!