Papillion

Two things inspired me to choose my next theme as butterflies; My husband and my brother's poem...

THE WAIT

Butterfly, you flutter by and alight silently on my window sill;

And the thought just cropped, why your wings have stopped while your tiny heart is beating still?

Have you had enough of huff and puff? Have you given in to strain?

Do you feel too little and your wings too brittle to brave the winds again?

Do you retrospect and recollect and wrestle with a forgotten grief?

You even bear a likeness to the dry and lifeless form of a fallen autumn leaf.

Though your fragile body is still intact did this nasty world just break you?

Why do you sit so hopelessly and wait for death to come and take you?

Or are you at peace? Are you at ease? Have you been everywhere you’d like to go?  

Have you learnt more in your wandering than me in my pondering? Do you know a secret that I don’t know?

Butterfly, I wonder why you have resigned to your solemn fate.

Is it nature’s design, or a call divine for which patiently you sit and wait?