Thursday, March 17, 2011

Butterfly

The moon shines bright,
down on me. In it, I see your face.
Smiling to me.
The stars shimmer in the sky.
Just like your eyes used to.
A twinkle there.
A butterfly dances alone in a field
and I think of you, dancing.
A bird flies toward Heaven,
where I know you are,
looking out for me.

In Memory of Amanda Elise Tucker

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