Grandma’s Iris Garden
by Lenora Rain-Lee Good
Birdsong filled Grandma’s house.
She raised song finch, had a canary in
every room for added beauty. The tea-
colored song finch and the yellow canaries
filled her house with joy until that day she
came home and Grandpa stood in the door
waving and saying over and over, Bye. Bye.
The cages stood empty and Grandma looked
to the tree where her birds all waited
for the next gust of wind. She dug up her lawn,
planted an Iris garden—flowers—
earthbound flags to wave their joy.