Iridescent One

One person who has stayed true blue throughout all phases of my life is the lovely lady, just a girl, when I became her brother’s wife. For more years than I will divulge she has brought comfort to my soul. Through births and deaths she has been there in always kind, supporting role. We shared the loss of her brother, my loved husband who died too young, before his story had been told or his last song had been sung. We clung together through the loss of her young son and then my own. With her siblings and husband dead she could be facing life alone. But she has claimed my loved daughters and dear grandchildren as her own. No sad or happy date goes by but what she remembers to phone. She has traveled to their weddings, and with them their history shares. She’s not intrusive, is involved enough to show their auntie cares. When young she had great beauty and she is still dipped in glory, in iridescence if you please as I tell you in this story.