Wonder, Poem with photo, My Mom, Me, and You

Waiting to be opened,

sitting on the kitchen table; untouched,

afraid of what is inside.

One last birthday card,

one last memorable story written onto a crisp, folded, white paper,

one last perfectly printed “love grandma.”

The card of hopes,

the card of promises,

the card of reassurance.

Inflatable hospice bed,

warm fur blankets,

water cups half empty,

tight hugs impossible to make a full breathe

seems like a lifetime.

Cries and cries and cries…goodbye.

A butterfly,

glorious two winged insect drawn on the front cover.

A butterfly,

a symbol of her life ahead.

A butterfly,

a presence that will always exist.

“Always remember me as a butterfly watching over you.”

“Everytime you see a butterfly remember how much love I have for you.”

“You are my butterfly and now I am yours.”

Cold crisp air,

hard on my skin

walks next to fear and anxiety.

A new beginning,

a new start. 

A gust across,

a gasp of air,

a feeling of hope and peace. 

A butterfly strolling by...

Flying peaceful,

flying free,

full of life and joy,

no pain,

no suffer.

A butterfly,

small creature crafted special.

A butterfly,

spreading love.

A butterfly,

there to bring a smile.