Butterflies

by Bernadina
(Canada)

Our baby loved butterflies.
I've been looking for my spiritual guide,
And it took this very moment
to see through my baby's eyes.
All men are born philosophers
but few will accept the prize...
their lives are a commitment to elegance,
these little ones, these wise.

Loss is like an ocean of everything
that will never be.
It moves through mind succinctly
to prick the heart with need.
But our baby loves butterflies
and Butterflies it will be.

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