[Butterfly by Mike Flemming]
I am crying today like the willow that weeps
As it stands by the lake with its roots in the deep.
The willow is bowed as it lets itself go.
The deep roots support this tormented flow.
The memories of happiness don’t give me joy
I can’t feel the same way as I did before.
But the peace of his face as he lay as he died
Gives me some comfort and peace new allied
It is hard to let go of a love or a friend
We iake them to the river where all lives must end
But harder,much harder it is to return
To leave them forever,forever to yearn.
The river bank’s steep and I falter again
Shall I go back and die with my man?
But if all of my being desired its own death
I would not be writing or taking in breath.
As caterpillars die in their little cocoons
They turn into butterflies in May and in June>
These hidden forces are there in me too
One day I’ll come back and be someone new.
How my heart sings 