my butterfly.

lifting my head towards the heavens
i see a parting of clouds.
i know its her for i think of her often.
one day i will see her again.

she is the one woman i looked up to
the one woman none of us could every dream of being
she often shows me the light when i believe there is none
she is there, standing next to our loved ones.

she is that monarch butterfly i see floating freely
from here to there carefree and beautiful
that is how she was in my mind and heart
she will never change, never.

i love you grandma. i miss you! just happened to be thinking of you! give granddad a kiss kiss for me!

love,
your baby.