Monarch Butterflies migrating to Mexico
Sunday Whirl Wordle #47
A Day Like Any Other Day
Or so it seemed
No accident
All was deliberate
The day was intently charged
Even the pouring of the libation
There was to be a sacrifice
We gathered to settle
Still there was confusion
In a clear voice
The question asked
There would be no trouble between us
A toll was charged
We each would pay
Handle our grief alone
Our sorrow could be felt on Mars
Each was intent on the needs of my Mother
When the last breath was taken
We became as robots
We were ready
Each task was completed as planned
Then we parted
We took our grief home
In the days that followed
There would be plenty of time to sort the loss
Note: It was November 14th, 2011, in Texas, the day I arrived. I took the picture of the butterflies on the loquot tree in my Mother’s front yard. My Mother was dying, I saw the butterflies getting the last of the necture before their journey, they still had a long way to go, and so did we. My family gathered, and long we had spoken of the way we only used polite conversation, the difficulty we seemed to have with the “truth.” That was all gone, at last we could be honest with each other. It seemed each one there, was blessed and more beautiful that ever before.
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