To Become A Butterfly

A Tribute To My Late Mother

They filled our hearts With love flutt’ring grace in your eyes
They filled our hearts.
Soft wings closed your eyes to depart
To angels’ harps and virtue’s rise.
With love blessed moonbeams from gilt skies
They filled our hearts.

When you awoke in Shangri-la
And freed them to a promised field
They flew on songs of whisp’ring stars.
When you awoke in Shangri-la
To spin silk hymns ‘twixt near and far
One Monarch fell flight’s path to heal
When you awoke in Shangri-la
And freed them to a promised field.


You soothed with gold
Its orange-black with ling’ring plan
You soothed with gold.
Found milkweed in your gentle hold
And called it ‘wand’rer’ of swift span.
Rocked it with cocoon’s softest fan
You soothed with gold.

You’re Monarch spirit’s butterfly
Flowr’ing our family’s darkest dreams.
Now twilight ebbs and falls I cry
You’re Monarch spirit’s butterfly.
Your eyes smile from a frame and I
Butterfly kiss your blessed eyebeams.
You’re Monarch spirit’s butterfly
Flowr’ing our family’s darkest dreams.

© 2011 Karin Anderson S.A.

Stanzas 1 & 3 use the Rondelet form and stanzas 2 & 4 use the Triolet form.