I found this poem amongst my mother's possessions shortly after she passed away on April 20th, 2005. It felt like a message from her that she had safely made her transition to the next realm and was flying free with her own wings.
If anyone desires a wish to come true
whisper it to a butterfly.
Butterflies do not make any
sounds and cannot tell--
anyone but Great Spirit.
By making a wish
then releasing it to the butterfly--
on gentle wings
the wish will be carried
to the heavens—then granted.
For butterflies
are the living messengers
of Great Spirit.
This photo was the last one taken of her. Mom's birthday was Christmas Day and David and I had picked her up from the personal care home she was in to take her our for dinner. We put her in front of the angel lights to serve as a reminder to us that her time was near and she would be getting her wings in the not too distant future..and she did.
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