Memories of Butterflies

2013-05-18 at 18.00.04

Pomegranates, peacocks, eggs, or dolphins,
but what my fingers knew were butterflies.
Each Easter I fold sets of paper wings

for the kids, but this time, driving thru Spring
in rain and sun, across hundreds of miles,
folding wings from the loveliest papers,

folding a rainbow of wings to cascade
across the walls of her hospital room —
Resurrexit, sicut, dixit. Oh, yes.


9 responses to “Memories of Butterflies

  1. And lovely thing to do and wonderful Easter symbol.

  2. Oh, this is so very lovely.

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