A poem about my mother after she....
There's a butterfly
that I see in the sky,
It brightens my day
in a very familiar way.
A feeling I once had
when my mom was still alive.
She's now gone and yet I survive
but when I see that butterfly
I feel as though she's by my side....
It's then my worries are set aside
For just a moment there's comfort deep down inside....
I look for it from time to time
and as always... it's right on time!
I thank the Lord above
for sending me hope,
in the shape of a butterfly!