In Memory

Saying Good-bye

The southern air was heavy
as I said my last good-bye
when from the woods beyond
flew a yellow butterfly.
In my mind I wondered
as I gazed at the broken sod
could this be the wings of an Angel
to carry you home to God?
My body began to tremble
as tears filled my eyes
then through the mist
I saw it again...that yellow butterfly.
It's delicate wings fluttered
as it hovered above your grave
as if to let me know... not to be afraid
then it soared above you
as the final words were said
it was then I knew the spirit lives
and only the flesh is dead.
Always look around you
never,never say
to any living creature
please just go away
for he may come as a begger
or a bird high in the sky
'cause on this day he came for you
as a yellow butterfly.