My Mother is a butterfly
For it is beauty that she brings
To the garden and our lives
And about the house she sings

She is genteel and lovely
The dew of lilies in spring
Sparkling sunlit world
Shining joy on everything

She knits, she purls
Scarves and baby cloak
Cushion, insulate branches
A sophisticated oak

Family tree, center is she
Strength of each our lives
Great grand babies smiles
Glee, elation whenever she arrives

My mother is a butterfly
A wonder of God’s good grace
Flutters of my heart
Every time I see her face