Butterflies
She was all butterfly:
Framed above her bed, worn as broaches,
Flittering and dancing through her garden,
Even in her self,
She was all butterfly.
She was like the creatures she loved so dearly;
She joyfully fluttered through her days,
Colorful and animated,
And always drawn to flowers.
I see her whenever I see one,
Skirting through the air,
Its wings like stained glass,
Reflecting colors rarely seen in nature.
Its delicate, flat wings
Keep it alight.
And yet, it doesn’t fly straight;
It flutters high and low, to and fro,
And in directions unpredictable.
Every spring, when her garden was in full bloom,
She’d use Utz Pretzel containers.
I would gather twigs and leaves,
Then I’d watch her hammer holes
In the plastic lids.
In each container, we’d slowly, carefully,
Place one special twig,
Attached to which,
Was a cocoon.
She’d give them out to the neighborhood children
And keep a few for me.
Always giving, always sharing,
So all could delight in witnessing
Creation.
I’ll always remember her,
Like a butterfly,
Hovering around her garden,
Brightness not only in her attire
But in her being.
Always smiling,
And bringing beauty to the world.
Framed above her bed, worn as broaches,
Flittering and dancing through her garden,
Even in her self,
She was all butterfly.
She was like the creatures she loved so dearly;
She joyfully fluttered through her days,
Colorful and animated,
And always drawn to flowers.
I see her whenever I see one,
Skirting through the air,
Its wings like stained glass,
Reflecting colors rarely seen in nature.
Its delicate, flat wings
Keep it alight.
And yet, it doesn’t fly straight;
It flutters high and low, to and fro,
And in directions unpredictable.
Every spring, when her garden was in full bloom,
She’d use Utz Pretzel containers.
I would gather twigs and leaves,
Then I’d watch her hammer holes
In the plastic lids.
In each container, we’d slowly, carefully,
Place one special twig,
Attached to which,
Was a cocoon.
She’d give them out to the neighborhood children
And keep a few for me.
Always giving, always sharing,
So all could delight in witnessing
Creation.
I’ll always remember her,
Like a butterfly,
Hovering around her garden,
Brightness not only in her attire
But in her being.
Always smiling,
And bringing beauty to the world.