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LAce Posted Monday, May 9th, 2011
Miriam N. Kotzin

As they once were, they are today—
a green and lavender display
on either side of our back door.
They're growing now just as before
to bloom in time for Mother's Day.

I've plenty here to give away
to friends, who'd like a small bouquet,
a gift from those who are no more
as they once were.

I watch the wind-blown iris sway
then still again, though not to stay.
This vegetative metaphor
expresses what we're all here for:
our spikes of bloom last but a day
as they once were.

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Posted by Margot Miller on Monday, May 9th, 2011 at 6:27 AM
Lovely, Mir. Congratulations on number 9.

Posted by Judy Cabito on Monday, May 9th, 2011 at 10:12 AM
Like an Iris, beautiful and simple.

Posted by Emily K Iekel on Sunday, May 29th, 2011 at 11:32 PM
This is beautiful. I like the focus, not on what the iris is, but what it does. It is through the giving of the flowers as a a gift, not just their beauty, that happiness and memory bloom (pun, shamefully, intended).

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