Funeral Poem for Friends

My Little Butterfly was written the night of the day my boss, who was a good friend of mine died from a brain aneurysm. The doctors said she had born with it and she never knew it was there. It was a time bomb waiting to go off. She had been in our office that day and was getting ready to attend a meeting. She was humming and laughing as she always did. The poem is word for word what came to me that night. I had to rush to get a pen and paper. I had never written anything before this poem.

My Little Butterfly

© Barbara Ann Rogers
Today a little butterfly flew by me.
I thought to myself where have you been little butterfly.
You come into this world as a cocoon all by yourself and blossom into
this beautiful butterfly and fly off to see the world.
What you donít realize little butterfly as you flutter through your days
is how you touch those around you in your soft gentle way.
You donít even realize the wonder and awe you create around you.
she fluttered her wings toward me as if she was waving good-by as she
headed towards the horizon.
She looked very happy and content as she went on her way, as if to say
to me ďDonít worry Iíll be okayĒ.
I was sad to see her go for she had touched my heart in such a way that
I knew my life would never be the same.
She had left an imprint of all the beauty life has to offer.
I knew each time I looked at another butterfly or horizon I would
remember our moment in time when it was only her and I.
I knew I would be a better person all because this little butterfly flew by
me one bright sunny day.

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Published: Jan 2009

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  • Just 8 months ago I lost my son he was only 22 months old. He had a twin brother that is devastated to this day and I just want him to know mommy loves him dearly. Watch over me and your 3 sisters and your brother.

    Shianne, Phillipsburg NJ Submitted Aug 2012
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  • Two years ago I lost my Aunt Heather. She and I were really close and I feel like this poem is just what I needed to feel like she was here again.

    Cambrie, Orangeville UT Submitted 3/4/2014
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