Butterflies

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By jennifer

Mon, 16 Sep 2024
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Butterflies

Jennifer Pickup, 16.09.2024
Another warm September day –
I watch the mourners make their way
Into the building of goodbyes,
With tightened lips and leaking eyes.
Familiar music starts to play
And family members have their say –
A reading here, a photo there,
We round it off with The Lord’s Prayer.
Like Déjà vu, life on repeat,
Far too soon I’ve retraced my feet –
I look at her and as she cries,
I focus on the butterflies.
They scatter sunlight with their flight,
And on the flowered bush alight –
I watch them through the wall of glass
While life and death are crossing paths.
Brown and orange, and cream and white,
So delicate, a pure delight –
They do not care for human grief,
Subscribe to a divine belief.
My memories have been invoked –
Two years of tears become unchoked,
But sunlit wings uplift my soul,
And Nature’s beauty makes me whole.
I know how hard it is to read
A poem for someone you need,
Someone you can no longer touch –
A heart your heart misses too much.
But as the final song sounds out,
I’m sure beyond shadows of doubt
That when we die there is rebirth –
A butterfly is placed on Earth.
Certificate PG
Poem
Storm on the Horizon (2023-2024)
Spiritual
Philosophy
Love
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

What a beautiful idea. Focusing on the beauty around us can indeed help with grief. This is a lovely poem to read.

Submitted by jennifer on

I was at a funeral yesterday of a neighbour/friend of my father's and it evoked Dad's funeral for both me and mum, on top of us being emotional about the current loss. But we were sitting beside the window - mum closest, me next to her - and I noticed that the garden was teeming with life. So much beauty to uplift the soul and balance the grief. Those butterflies got me through.

J x

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Such a stunning reflection on nature which is seen on what would normally be a melancholy occasion. I love how the last stanza brings hope that our late loved ones are watching over us, because I believe this too.

Many thanks for sharing this emotional poem.

Jenny.. 

 

Submitted by jennifer on

I think the reminder that funerals are a celebration of life was underlined by the vibrant life in the crematorium garden beside the chapel. And that life goes on. 

They are with us, I am sure of it.

J x

 

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