{"text":"Mother (fragment)...You asked me if I would be sad when it happenedand I am sad. But the iris I moved from your housenow hold in the dusty dry fists of their rootsgreen knives and forks as if waiting for dinner,as if spring were a feast. I thank you for that.Were it not for the way you taught me to lookat the world, to see the life at play in everything, I would have to be lonely forever.","author":"Ted Kooser","tags":["loss","mothers-and-daughters","nature","poetry"],"id":231774,"author_id":"Ted+Kooser"}