Irises

Irises

A faded memory, once lost,
of fragile flowers on a dress,
brings back emotions, now embossed
upon my heart. I acquiesce.

I travel to those childhood days –
remembered laughter shared by two,
a gentle touch, a word of praise,
a softly whispered, “I love you.”

Like peering through a broken glass,
I can see fragments of my youth.
Kaleidoscopic visions pass
before my eyes. Are they the truth?

My mother died when I was eight;
I see her through the haze of time.
Emotions that will not abate;
there is a rhythm but no rhyme.

Violet on a field of black –
a touchstone to the past I save;
a pathway that will take me back
to Irises upon her grave.

An entry for May for "Elizabeth's Poetry & Short Story Contest" 
Prompt: Write me a poem for Mother's Day. Do you have a favorite memory of your mom? How important is she to you? What do you love most about your mom?
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