Iris

Sand sifting through fingers 

droplets rolling down arms

Is it chills from cold water?

or the surreal feeling of being home

with free time

Kissing Grammy’s flushed cheek 

Silk

Smelling of sweet cream and lemongrass

We are a team

faced up against

what seems like 

the impossible jigsaw 

1,000 pieces, one always missing

Eyes meet eyes in laughter

Decades between us

complete in a moment

She is Iris, fleur-di-lis

Yellow gold core, royalty

extending deep violet petals

a fragrance transcending time

I am nine again

It is sunset, ocean lapping feet

We walk the coast collecting seashells

Not knowing I will drift back here when she is gone

Sand sifting through fingers

– Breelyn

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