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.