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We released our butterflies into a cool Oklahoma day. Butterflies like warmer temperatures though, so were slow at taking off. While others of them more easily flew off into the air, ours lingered in our hands and even stuck around a while. All symbolic, I suppose.
Ironic but meaningful, I thought. Because those of us sharing grief stood alongside the same nurses and staff who had (not so long ago) stood beside us during our loss…comforting, thoughtfully caring and sharing together. Thank you once again to Excell Home Care and Hospice! We love you all!
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Butterfly Release
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Monarchs
Painted orange
Hesitant to fly
To leave their little sleeves
They lingered on.
Finally they spread their wings
And stood still- but open
Feeling
Perhaps listening
Until they were ready.
Off and out
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Into the cool air
Some fluttered near
Others flew upward
And onward.
Their lives will be short
As lives go
But they are free
And beautiful
Filled with purpose.
Goodbye butterflies
Do it well
Live it right
Make it count
Monarch
Flutter first
Up high
Free will
Fly away
Farewell...
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(With Victoria was Brenda, who took excellent care of Susan)
1 comment:
Such a precious post! I think of Grandma often, and I think that she enjoyed watching the butterfly release! Hugs
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