Dear Kylie,
My Iris.
She is royal
like the purple that flows in petals
how the yellow laughs with glee
I want to hear that yellow
inspiration
The smell
The symbol
she is my iris
my wife
I adore her
water her with kisses
and hold her deep in my soil arms
how I love her
she is growing
I want to keep her pure
alive
and well
but alas
I am but earth
and cannot help this flower
she will die
at someday
her petals fall
like rain
it's sad yet
she as left behind
seeds
posterity
multiples come forth
from this
faithful iris
how she will
last and has lasted
she will come again
she will come again
when the sun rises
she will be an immortal
Iris
Royal as she is
purple
And how we will all know
at that dawn
the beauty of
mothers love
love,
Zach
this is beautiful...I couldn't help but read between the lines..You will be a great mom Ky, the best really. I look up to you so much and always will
ReplyDeleteI love this. How beautiful and sweet of a husband to write such a poem.
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