Iris of my eye, looking at her so beautiful and sweet. Iris – the flowers that were in the hospital room the day she was born. Iris the color of the blanket she was first swaddled in. The color of her 8^th grade graduation dress. Iris of his eye, looking at her with grace. Iris - the flowers he bought her on their first date. The flowers she held walking down the aisle on her wedding day. The flowers I brought her when her first daughter was born. Iris the color of the blanket my first granddaughter was swaddled in. Iris - the texture of my soft skin as both generations looked down at me. Iris – the flower placed upon a rock that read my life all in one saying.