It was your Birthday;
though Spring has turned to Summer
you still are gone.
You cannot return,
for Death carried you away
on gossamer wings -
but on your Birthday
your Butterflies returned,
a present from you...
we wept to see them,
a message sent from Heaven
on Gossamer wings🦋
Always thought of them as souls coming to say hello for a brief minute
Small, pretty and just wonderful!