There is a green, sun-drenched valley
Light with the scent of clover and lilacs
Where the butterflies dance.
Leaping and swooping, they reflect colors
Of every hue and dimension.
There are monarchs and skippers,
Swallowtails and delicate spring azures.
Each dances its unique pattern
Of flits, circles, and dives,
Stretching its fragile wings toward the clouds
Or brushing its feet on the succulent grass.
There are no roads, paths, or gates
To broach the valley’s entrance,
Yet it is visited often in thoughts and
dreams.
Every parent who has sent forth a child
And vainly waited for its return
Comes seeking in the valley of the butterflies,
And there finds a beautiful spirit,
Stretching its wings to the clouds and
brushing its feet on the grass,
Dancing in swoops, flits, and dives,
Drying its dewy wings in the warm sunshine of
forever.
Marcia F. Alig
TCF Mercer Area Chapter
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Butterflies have a special meaning for me. At the graveside service for my son, a butterfly flitted over his casket and the flowers and then gently settled on my shoulder for several minutes before flying away. I felt a connection with that butterfly and felt it was my son letting me know he was fine and not to worry. I have a butterfly tattoo on my foot to symbolize that connection.
This is so beautiful, and so evocatively written, Marcia. Thank you for sharing this lovely ‘picture’. I will go ‘there’ and imagine my son Nicholas in such beauty. Thank you for sharing this…
Love it. At my granddaughter Marissa’s service we had a monarch that kept circling us. Every time we went to the cemetery a butterfly would make circles back and forth all around. I told my daughter Amanda Kay that Marissa was letting us know she is at peace and enjoying her pain free life in heaven..
Beautiful poem Marcia! You are talented!