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