His Mother’s Wish


She said she wanted
to ride the back of a butterfly
Since that would be
the only way she would travel
No flowers or kind words
are necessary
for time should have been
of the essence for everyone
24 hours in a day,
yet not a tear
conversation
or wanting of her presence
was desired
Speaking to her heart
the lemonhead was a constant memory
Somebody has to tell her story
and show her love
When the urn is passed,
the genie must be set free
As magical as she was
her dues paid
rest can now be at peace
And a butterfly or more
can kick start her new journey

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