The old people say,

Butterflies that wander in

Might not be lost but

May be visiting

Souls looking after loved ones

Making sure they’re fine.

Just stories until

Butterflies were released for

My Dad’s funeral 

One clung to Mom tight

She held it and then kissed it

Then it flew away.

Monarchs, since then have,

Shown up when I needed him

A sign from Heaven 

That my Dad’s still there

Keeping his promises still 

That he’s never far.

One day, very lost

Needed help to watch over 

Something so precious

Prayed, called to my Dad

On cue, a monarch circled

Just where I needed.

My mom purchased this from a Jersey fair for my daughter, who said this reminded her of her grandpa. My mom, of course, couldn’t refuse.

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