Little boy, grief
Sits steadfast on
Mummy’s shoulder.
Little rays of light
Peak through the angry
Clouds of tired sadness.
—
The many black sraight
bottles, that somberely
Line up in neat rows
—
Catching all of
Mummy’s tears
Of sadness
—
One by one
They line up to
Catch the next falling tear drop.
As they collectively form
A blanket
Of gentleness
—
Little boy, grief
Mummy saw a blue
Butterfly flying freely across the
Rolling azure.
—
Thank you little boy
For sending mummy’s favourite
Animal to greet her
On morning dew
—
Little boy, grief
Be my sunshine
For mummy loves you
And carries you within
Her broken heart
Of sorrow.
Mummy loves you;
Misses you!
—
Little boy, grief
Be free
Be the delicate blue butterfly
You were meant to be!
—
Goodbye my
Blue butterfly…