His Little Butterfly Poem by Dean Meredith

Ah...
The little butterfly
So small and white
Flittered and fluttered
Over all the flowers
While from on high
A large butterfly
Orange and black
Looked on watchfully
His big wings would
Slowly open and close
While she danced
Gayly around the garden
His old eyes
Wary of danger
The constant threat
Of a hungry bird
One fell swoop
And she would be gone
But not this day
Of brilliant sunshine
And endless blue
This day would go on
In his memory
And perhaps in hers
Long after the dust
When souls fly on
Long after the night
When suns move on
This one day
Will live forever
The cute little butterfly
And her protective
Old father
Prouder than a tear
And happier
Than a lifetime
Yes...