Pretty little Iris flower,
joy she brings to bless the hour
when life seems stale, subdued and slow
and lacks the grace to gleam or glow.
Pretty little precious pearl:
God's good gift, this gorgeous girl,
sleeps on, in peace, and dreams her dreams
that flow from heaven in silent streams.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: for Iris, my lovely little granddaughter
- Category: Family
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Comments3
Lovely words
So tiny so precious, I hear your pride!!
So beautiful a granddaughter, and proud mother, father, and grandparents. 💕💕
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