Flutterby

           Flutterby

I'll try to come back as a Butterfly, 

To fly with freedom in the clouds and sky.

You might know it's me passing you by

And wondered if we ever said goodbye.   

I'll appear from nowhere in your front room;          Your stairs in winter when it feels like gloom.

A glimpse at night under a bright full moon

And you'll know I'll reappear again very soon.

You might of thought I was in decline -

But wanted a Butterfly to be mine!

I'll surprise you on a special date - a sign

That I'm still around you all the time!

My Butterfly will do special things;

Remind you what your life will bring,

But life can be delicate like my fragile wings,

My colours and scales need nurturing.

A Common Blue or Swallowtail might be me!

And a Peacock might flutter on your tree!

An Orange Tip or Painted lady I'll be,

Still very much part of your family tree.

Next time you see a Tortoiseshell or Cabbage White

Don't think that you're all alone in your plight,

Just watch me among the flowers in mid flight.

And I'll try to put you on the path that's right.

Copyright Linda Lawrence (For my Dad)

16th January 2017

Just cleaning up

Cleaned up my bathroom today thinking you were dirt

Realised too late you were so fragile and didn’t intend to hurt.

You were only here for a while, didn’t want to cut it short

I thought of all the other giants you’ve stood up to and have fought.

 

I know you didn’t like them my friend, hovering around your head

But she was only flying to salvation, toward the light instead.

If only I had the power to give you a brighter moon

Maybe your quality of life could be better and didn’t end so soon.

 

Mother nature made you pretty with your colourful markings

The gentle way you flap with your tiny little wings

One of many Gods’ precious creatures’, miniscule thing

And that I didn’t see you, I have tears in my eyes that sting.

 

Sorry little insect, you were on my wooden floor

I didn’t see you near the bathroom scales, just behind the door.

I cleaned up today, swiped you away with dirty yellow cloth

You deserved a long life on earth, minute little moth.

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

23^rd August 2006