THE E-MAIL:
All,
Prolific day trimming the bushes and palms out front. True - a beautiful yellow butterfly kept landing on our red Azalea bush as I happened to be sitting down taking a break in the shade with some cold water to drink.
I thought, "what an excuse to go in the house and write a poem!" It is a hot hot day. I did go out and do some more work but now I'm officially beat. By the way, Vicki is the blind butterfly of my life in so many ways, but I'm not letting go of her.
Mom and Donna coming over for chicken salad and/or Grilled Stuffed Salmon before I take D. to the airport.
Love Ya
THE POEM:
Blind Butterfly
06/11/11
Little butterfly do you not have eyes
beautiful yellow wings
so delicate as you fly
a purposeful route around me
What could I be to attract such attention
from one with marked time
and fine feature definition
I am not special like you
my life has no symmetry
nothing to cause a glance
for such a gem to pause
You make me think I’m a flower.
The butterfly spoke, Oh yes I have eyes
I can see where the wind takes me
and it brought me to you
I depend on the wind for my life
it finds me sweet flowers
and places to rest
and it brought me to you
You are my flower or my shelter
I do not know which
but I trust in the wind
It only matters that we have each other
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