I placed a single flower
in the granite headstone’s vase,
and thought of how I miss you
as tears streamed down my face.
I felt somehow, that you were near,
and looked up to the sky.
And there I saw above my head
a little butterfly.
It’s gracefulness and colors
were, in truth, beyond compare.
It descended, and then landed,
on the flower that I placed there,
Was it coincidental?
I really cannot say;
but a smile came to my face
and the teardrops went away.
I miss you every day
but as time passes by.
I still feel you near
each time I see A Butterfly.
