Butterfly Angel
by Sherry Gail Heim
This poem was for my grand-niece, Brooke, who was born too soon to survive. The very little time that she spent with her parents and grandparents changed their lives forever. Butterfly Angel There was an enchanted butterfly Who had only but one wing She walked because she could not fly And she taught herself to sing She had the keen ability Of making others smile ‘Twas her understanding of the heart That made it all worthwhile She sang her songs of happiness And tales of love so true She’d sing so loud as she would walk None near her could feel blue Her lovely voice would echo Off the mountains, through the glen And all the creatures in her path Felt humbled by their friend A frog came up and asked her “How come you do not fly?” She said “Dear frog, if I had wings, I could not see you eye to eye.” She was blessed without her wing, she said And in being kept earthbound She was able to enchant the lives Of all the creatures on the ground You see though soaring has its perks On land she’d rather be So she could use her pretty voice To teach love and harmony On a starry night while all alone With no one else in sight She returned to her true angel self Then flew off into the night But every morning at sunrise If you listen you will hear The butterfly angel’s pretty voice Still spreading love and cheer Sherry Heim February 24, 2006 In Loving Memory of Brooke |
