It started with my mother's love
For beauty in the endless skies
The birds and rainbows, stars above
But mostly she loved butterflies
A week after she's home with God
We golfed with friends, both gals and guys
For all nine holes, friends thought it odd
They followed me, two butterflies
My children missed their grandma too
At times we still all have our cries
My sweet daughter got a tattoo
On her shoulder are butterflies
Of many here that I call friend
A few love them so I'll surprise
As I collect, I try to send
Them pictures of new butterflies
One night I dreamt that I had passed
Mom welcomed me with sweet apprise
At Heaven's gates, with her at last
God's garden full of Butterflies
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