Black wrought iron twisted and shaped
into a greeting, a house, a heart;
strength molded and formed as
a simple gift from deep within the earth
and received on my birthday,
rooted in her curly laughter,
twirling and entwining memories
of happy years together
.

I keep it hanging by the back door,
friendlier than the front,
where family more than friends enter,
passing by the remembrance of
her strongly cheerful spirit.