March 10, 2012 Sunday Whirl Wordle #47

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.