Sitting on the bench in the park, I had some company, a beautiful butterfly or moth, I’m not sure which. My visitor was quite beautiful and confirmed to me summer has arrived and everything will be fine.
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Tag: butterfly
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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