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MOM!

Updated: Feb 25, 2024



A butterfly haunts me,

Oft more frequently than not,

Flit and flickering about,

Quite boldly lighting on my sun soaked shoulder,

As if whispering in my ear . . .

Lovingly unafraid as I work in my garden and such.

She seems to know when I need her most,

And out of nowhere,

Fills my being once more

with life.

Mom!

Mom, “I’m here,

And I miss you dearly.”


 
 
 

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tenbrunsel2
tenbrunsel2
20 abr 2021

This poem was originally written on Mother’s Day 2019 and published 5/6/2020 in “Poetry on My Mind,” p 74.

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tenbrunsel2
tenbrunsel2
20 abr 2021

“I recall numerous bike rides where someone would tell me that a butterfly was on my back...”MOM?” Maybe Dad? - Mickey Sharp

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