For our son we lost to brain cancer 2009:
hugs and tears
filling the air
for those few moments
with their delicate
wafting in a clear royal sky
family of four
eyes drift to the window
"Ah!" in unison
rare and magnificent
out the window
on Butterfly Bush
posed at that very moment
for us to sense
This was extremely hard to put into a poem and it needs work. It really happened. We rarely see Monarchs as they are becoming rare. Since our son was a hobbyist photographer who loved taking pictures of butterflies, bees, etc. on flowers in my garden, we thought it appropriate to find and order butterflies to release at his Memorial (which we held on his birthday). When we had our own private "memorial" the following week, we were astonished when this one appeared just as we were finishing. It was the only one we saw that year. The following summer I had an especially dark day...went out to the garden and there he was...again the only one I saw that year. The third year it happened again. The fourth year two appeared together and that was the last I've seen. (I may just not be out there at the right time, but the serendipity of these encounters was awesome and significant to me!) The title comes from the last line of "Advice From a Butterfly" with a picture of a Monarch.
Butterfly butterfly sit a while
speak to me in your divine form
as the rocks become temporary bed.
Echo inside the wind as breath I take.
Let your wisdom pour into me
so I may fly in thoughts.
“Beloved one. I am a child like you
of Mother Gia.
A free winged being
that moves with source.
I drift with wind at back
and sun in sky.
When clouds come I dance knowing
it too shall pass to reveal warmth.
Remember moving through those clouds
and rain brings the rainbow.
Remember connecting to your etheric wings
You may not verbally hear me sing
but I sing with my heart
sing feeling one with moment
breeze and light.
I am a butterfly of love
as are you.
Do review my words
so you may move in peace.”
Request was answer
and my wings are spread
Asked for a message as I am a channeler of beings of light and love. This is what I got. Inspired by Ekta
I am looking at trees
they may be one of the things I will miss
most from the earth
though many of the ones I have seen
already I cannot remember
and though I seldom embrace the ones I see
and have never been able to speak
I listen to them tenderly
their names have never touched them
they have stood round my sleep
and when it was forbidden to climb them
they have carried me in their branches
How many lamps of light
We have to Alighten
To enlight the lamps of life
Just one question to ask
Why all the problems
Of every categories
Comes to me???
Jst fed up.... Why dont problems take a holiday