The Butterfly in the Cemetery
I don’t remember
If the butterfly at your memorial service
Was teal
Or monarch
It flew towards the horizon
While the bagpipes played Amazing Grace
Mom believed it was a sign from you
~Cie~
Dad
May 31 1936 - November 28 2010

My dad loved butterflies. They appeared at crucial times in his very short and utterly unexpected illness this month - Painted Ladies were our sign. We all dressed in bright colours at his funeral this week to celebrate his life.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this piece.
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA tribute to your dad and to colours all at once. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteRight from the heart. I like this. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful tribute.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for stopping by and commenting. It means a lot.
ReplyDeleteButterflies and cats were my favorite creatures as a child, so they have special meaning to my family.
Freya, I am sorry about the loss of your father. He must have been quite an interesting person if he inspired a colorful funeral!
ReplyDeleteSad, beautiful, vivid--you've pulled us right into the memory. This is a lovely piece, Cie.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and touching, but also a bit sad. I cannot hear Amazing Grace without tissues. It is of some comfort to interpret something as signs from loved ones.
ReplyDeleteThanks Janna. The cynic in me says "signs from loved ones, what a bunch of malarkey," but I've had experiences that make me believe that there's something to it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kallan.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful memory you shared. Thank you for linking up. Please remember to return for the voting.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debbie.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reminding me, Trifecta. Yeah, you know me and my forgetful brain!
Poignant. Marie
ReplyDeleteThank you Marie.
ReplyDeleteSo heartfelt.
ReplyDeleteThank you Vandana. :-)
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