Butterflies & Feathers

A butterfly flew in the door, I knew it was my mum.

A visit dancing through, with lots of love and fun.

It’s good to see her flying now, no longer in her chair.

I’m happy that she’s healthy, since stepping over there.

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Sometimes she’s a feather, so very light and bright.

She floats on air and drops on me, not a bird in sight.

It’s usually to tell me, that I’m heading the right way.

It’s how she keeps in contact, since she went away.

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In winter she’s a robin, with breast of brightest red.

She sits upon the woodpile, sings while I’m in bed.

She’ll always come to see me, I know that to be true.

Until one day, I step behind, that same doorway too.

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13 thoughts on “Butterflies & Feathers”

      1. Yes I agree. Recently I became a certified coach, speaker & trainer w the John Maxwell team. His mission is adding value to the lives of others and making a difference. I really resonate w that mission which is why I blog. Life isn’t always peaches and cream. We all have our ups and downs. The good news is often times our story can make a difference in the lives of others. Your poem was perfect. You’re a great writer.

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