Yearly a sweet monarch butterfly would come visit me;
While sitting out underneath a maple tree,
Soon I felt a special repore with this delicate creature;
Even though I knew it's great strength was also it's own feature,
For it's wonderous migration tells me so;
Returning annually..such a marvel how this goes;
And so I pondered why this elusive beauty would stop only near me;
When my neighbour's garden was full of many more of them you see,
I felt my little friend was trying to make some kind of connection;
And so I guessed, maybe it was an offering from my mother's own affection;
As our house was her gift...was it possibly her incogito flirting with me?
To tell me she was now happy in heaven & free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem