The Irises

I look out of my window.
I'm not at all sure why.
The breezes make some flowers dance.
The movement draws my eye.

So beautiful, the flowers.
Succeeded, mom's green thumb.
I'm pulled back now to life's bright light,
this dark world kept me from.

She aided God's tremendous works
right here where I can see -
the white and purple miracles
that stand triumphantly.

And how the irises have bloomed
without mom being there!
For she had worked so diligent -
the ground, with loving care.

My mem'ry sketches her at work
still pulling lots of weeds -
and then she waters carefully,
her many iris seeds.

The beauty of the bloom today
was not an easy chore -
and not her efforts from last week,
but work from years before.

The bright and vivid iris bloom
is still alive today.
Mom drew God's great creation out...
before she passed away.

No, she's not here to see them now -
these stately iris flowers -
but she taught me that faithfulness
will bloom creation's powers...