The sun shown on the lone grave
As she stood gazing at the stone
Distance memories flowing in waves
Lapping at her mind like foam
How yellow was Mom's favorite color
Especially little flowers like buttercups
Continued memories of her Mother
Starting to cry until she hiccuped
Suddenly a yellow butterfly gently flew by
Right to the stone briefly touching it
Like saying to the stone a brief hi
On to the shoulder of the woman it lit
Staying only briefly there as though to say
Do not cry for your Mom for she is not here
She is looking down and not far away
Watching over you she will always be near
Away the yellow butterfly gently flew
In the graveyard to another stone
Looking to spread comfort to those too
Reminiscing their memories and feeling alone
Comments (42)
Beautiful poem the colour yellow ,little buttercups and the butterfly you mention are a simple yet most beautiful reminder of what your mother loved , Mother Nature,
She is still is .
Ah well done gods princess writing this for your mother .
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Your ability to capture the beauty of Nature's imagery and link it with deep genuine heartfelt human emotions, as you have done in this piece, is unique.
This is a marvelous memoriam to your mom.
Every verse of your poem overflows with imagery and emotion.
Your expression:
"Distance memories flowing in waves
Lapping at her mind like foam"
is simply breathtaking, leaving the reader speechless.
Here are some yellow flowers with yellow butterflies for your mom:
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Rob
Outstanding vision.
Sensitively written.
Bill almost
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I think most of us benefit from a little positivity when people review our work. I have quite an affinity with nature myself, and nature is invariably the greatest source of inspiration one can hope for.
Kindest regards
Bill
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yours dear. I'm sure that butterfly has
accended the heavens and found its way
to your mother's heart.
Cafe
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Miss you Mom.
Kathy
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