butterflies fly free i miss you tommy lee was the poem you wrote my mom my sherry,
but now butterflys fly free your soul is no longer suffering.
butterflys fly free and cancer or anything can ever take my momma away from me,
your my angel in heaven now watching over me, and each breath i take i take two, one for me and one for you. because the last a day could never been enough time. your broken heart stopped beating
but i couldnt even begin to think of life without you mom. it was selfish to wish we still had more time than what i could even ryhme, and when i see a butterfly, i will always think of you. and how many butterflys did it take to fly you up into gods arms as i read from your own righting about tommy lee, well mom your my butterfly, accept i see you as you are, my hero my guardian angel, you deserve to spread your wings and fly free. somewhere over the rainbow where the worry and pain are non existing.
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The delicate characteristics of butterflies paired with something so tragic really amplify the writing here. Not sure if it was intentional, but the way the stanzas flow into each other as well as the use of lowercase letters (especially the i’s) add a gentle visual element that drift the reader’s eyes down – all adding to the soft tones of this piece. I never want to assume, but if the speaker here is you, the writer, then I’m sorry for your loss and sending a virtual hug your way.