Grandpa's Iris

When I was young

the garden was

the place to be.

 

Watching Grandpa

grow things

for him and me.

 

From the vegetables

to the white lilac tree.

 

Every scent filled memory

brings him back to me.

 

One favorite,

the Iris flower,

brought the

humming bee.

 

The smell of the soft,

warm dirt was heavenly.

 

His hands would place

each seed so delicately.

 

Grandpas garden grew,

as did I,

so carefree.

 

Sweet carrots, and corn

and rhubarb for pies,

with lots of iced tea.

 

His garden grew

with love,

that was the key

but his Iris is

my favorite memory.

 

 

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