Butterfly
by Jeanne Schweigert, Kymmy's Mom
TCF, Billings, MT

Butterfly...flutter by.
Lift your wings up to the sky.
You came, you lived, you loved, you left.
Why, oh why, did you have to die?
Now I watch and sigh and sometimes cry,
When I see a butterfly flutter by.

Butterfly...flutter by.
Such color and variety,
In such a floating, tranquil flight.
When you fly by, my child I see,
As the beautiful, graceful young girl she would be.
Fluttering by, like a butterfly.