Look to the butterflies

A poem to my children there are many facets of death. Never stay in one part for too long keep moving eternally pausing for moments to learn, grow from the hidden gems from within each amazing facet.

 

 

 

To my beloved Children.

As my last breath escapes my lips,

I pull you close and tell you this.

I want my endless love to show.

I need a way to let you know,

so when spring has sprung

and new life has begun,

Look to the butterflies...

….I’ll be the blue one.

I’ll fly like the rest,

but I must confess

you’ll know I’m free,

it’s clear to see.

I’ll drift your way

like a ship to shore.

The once heavy burdens

are no more.

I’m light as a feather

and so care free.

I’m blue,

blue as your deep blue eyes.

My favorite color,

it’s no surprise.

When my last breath escapes my lips.

My heart no longer beats like this.

Please don’t cry,

when I die.

Look to the butterflies.

            

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

Truth is subtle and simple most times. For indeed, when one "dies" really they only die in body, not in spirit and many creations (children for one) continue on into the future. I like your choice of representation since butterflies are somewhat etherial and reflective of spirituality. As light as air, as delicate as a whisper, as aesthetic as pure beauty...is pure thought (as independent from physicality and material things) not in fact just such a commodity?

You do these sentiments, which are as old as sentient men, justice by steering your write to the side of simplicity, because after all the spirit (for all its ability to create and become things) is simple. As well that aspect lends itself to a wide pool of readers and a wide spectrum of philosophical moorings.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

Your review is both kind and sincere. Thank you. I love the beauty that is found in simplicity, something found in all wisdom when one grasps understanding. Again, thank you for your understanding of what this poem holds.

[Muse]

Gorgeous! And I love Enya!

We all want to leave our families with a peace of mind...let them know that we are okay in this afterlife. With children...they need to see it and feel it. You use the color blue..and the freedom of a butterfly to signify your soul's deliverance. It just doesn't get more beautiful than that. Wonderful penning.

Muse

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

Thank you for your kind words! This is truly what I hope it does.

[rosemary keogh]

Beauiful poem ;)

[rosemary keogh]

Beauiful poem ;)

[Tony]

The Mariposa here speaks of fluidity and harmony, even in the .. tragedies.
Excellent work!

[Allie]

Wow! So real and precious this poem is. I have two young children and this brought tears to my eyes. Very beautiful! Great write.

[seaNobody]

wonderfully healing and beautiful! Love the pictures and what a great way to bring relaxation and meditation to others!

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

All I can say is that this is beautiful. Very beautiful.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

Thank you. It is very special to me, as this one poem will be read at my eulogy and stay forever with my children.

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

Which makes it even more incredible.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

Thank you!

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

You are most welcome.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

This is so serene, lovingly beautiful. Dear, I can tell you you feel eartly awareness.
Wonderful words of the soul to those who really matters. ♥

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

Without my children, I would not be alive today.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The greatest gifts we can pass on to our children and loved ones is love, respect, compassion and tolerance... your kids are lucky to have a mom with such a big heart.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

You are so very kind, but it is I whom blessings fall like showers. My children are amazing.