a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

I Watched A Butterfly Yesterday...

and no matter how I moved,
it would not go away.
It fluttered by,
low and high,
I moved
but it would not go.
I watched a butterfly
It hovered with nothing to say.
I watched and cried.
knowing not why,
it didn't fly away.
I watched the butterfly
and remembered,
long ago, this day, Dad died.

Dad was always a Cayce fan,
a believer of things rare,
maybe, just maybe...
Dad sent the butterfly here.

25 comments:

Helen said...

The butterfly is beautiful and the text as well.

EmptyNester said...

That was beautiful.

Granny said...

The butterfly is beautiful as is the writing about your dad.

Dreaming said...

Oh, how sweet.... goosebumps, tears welling up, sweet thoughts!
You must be right, it was sent as a reminder from you dad. He is there!

Mary Aalgaard said...

What a lovely poem and remembrance.

Teresa aka Journaling Woman said...

Aww, I think he did.

I'm glad you are remembering. That is the best tribute...to be remembered.

StitchinByTheLake said...

Gail I know that my parents, both Mom and Dad, "visit" me occasionally. Perhaps it's their spirit or perhaps it's just their memory, but whichever it is I'm glad to have the reminders. blessings, marlene

Cara said...

So many things can happen in one day. Sometimes it's hard to decide how to feel about each one. Too often it is easier to just hurry through to dark.

LindaG said...

Judy said...

Maybe Dad was the butterfly coming to say HI...

Linda in New Mexico said...

Beautiful thoughts....sent in the shape of a butterfly.

Sue said...

What a lovely sentiment, Gail, with photos to match.

=)

Bandhura said...

See Gail, I told you, you were AWESOME! Spirit knows it and sent you a reminder!

Country Gal said...

Beautiful photos ! What a lovely butterfly! Have a great day !

The Golden Eagle said...

Beautiful pictures--and words to go with them.

becky said...

your butterfly is gorgeous. you know it's funny... once i was hiking in the grand canyon after my grandfather died & i had a butterfly that seemed to be following me. i had that same thought you did about your dad.

Tamara said...

This is truly beautiful Gail, I believe that is was your Dad. :) Wonder what he is trying to tell you? I know whenever i have an eagle nearby that it's my sisterlaw.

Michaele said...

This is really neat!

Farm Girl said...

That is just beautiful. Maybe your Dad did. I love when things like that happen. It is really special. I think you needed just that little bit after your very busy and hard weeks. Just a simple, loving miracle just for you.

carolina nana said...

Isn't it wonderful how God send us comfort even when we don't expect it.
Blessings to you
Marilyn

Yaya' s Home said...

What a beautiful way to remember your dad. I'm thinking that he not only sent the butterfly, but he also enjoyed the thought.

~ Yaya

Fresh Garden said...

Wow! Wonderful!

DesertHen said...

Beautiful! And of course he did!

Pat said...

What a nice poem! It's meaningful to me, too, because we have this thing in our family....every time we see a butterfly we think it's our father coming down to visit us!

Chickadee said...

I'll bet he did send that beautiful butterfly. <3

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