Iris - Poem by Laa Finita
Magic laugh, skilful hands,
understanding wisdom in her eyes,
smart and funny talking,
silences, fair enough.
She greets, sparkly, every morning,
though she has known shadows well,
watering, nicely, her garden
age`s just a number for her.
In her road, she's been a mother,
grandmother, true friend and wife,
and gentlemen're still sighing for her,
for her cheerful joy of life.
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