You are my butterfly
Because you gently landed on my hand.
You fluttered into my life.
You added something beautiful.
You came softly and quietly.
But most definately noticed.

You did not soar, swoop, or flutter
And make a ruckus in my life
As a bird would have.

You came not to take or pilage from me.
You appear to have no expectations.
You came to see a flower.
You dance around me on the breeze.

You are my butterfly.
Fragile and vulnerable.
Not hiding or being flashy.

You came when I was not looking.
You appeared in a true form.
Emerging from change.

As I look
Listen to the breeze
Feel the sun's warmth.
Just know that you are a welcomed presence.

Tanya 12-28-09

when my grandmother died at the funeral there was a white butterfly actually 2 for my grandfather grave was 50ft away from my grandma, they flew up to the sky together, and when my one sister got married she was getting dressed in this shed thing where the butterfly some how was able to cross the curtain, and the butterfly surronded my sister heart (that was grandma) there was another time i had just came back with my son from the park from a birthday party and i was looking out the backyard, there were 3 white butterflys playing, as i watched one butterfly went towards the fence, the 2nd went towards the house and the other went in another direction but the way they went was shape like a diamond. .it was cool. and we had a family getogether one yr and there was a white butterfly sitting and watching...

Beautiful Tanya....very beautifull.

Thanks for reading and commenting ladies!


Good to see you back around myssfytz!

That's really lovely.

Truly beautiful.



And thanks

Thanks.







And I got a 'wow' from the person that I wrote it for!

what a lovely write Tonya and congrats on the WOW

Thanks!

sweet flutterbys

*giggles*

Hey you!