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When a Butterfly Finds Her Wings - Revised
by Vicky Bowker Jeter
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The fifth stanza of this was written
December, 1996, the week my mom died.
The rest finally emerged Mother's Day,
My Mama often told me,
"People are like caterpillars,"
when I was a little girl--
how across the earth
we crawl and creep,
yet one day wings each will unfurl.
"But why is life so hard?" I'd cry.
"It simply is not fair;
unknown besets each new horizon,
and at night there are dragons
"Fear not your dragons," Mom assured,
"for dark is our silk cocoon
where God makes way for transformation
and dreams . . . to be tested soon."
And then this song she'd sing to me
until I would sing along;
too young was I to comprehend
her gift of love within the song:
Now in my life I have been blessed
by many a miraculous thing,
but there's no finer miracle
than when a butterfly finds her wings!
Mama died at dawn today,
and in my darkness as I cried
I recalled her fuzzy caterpillar,
who always knew somehow she'd fly
up, up and away
above the flowered fields;
Up, up and away . . .
My mama's spirit feels free!
Vicky Boweker Jeter
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|Reviewed by Denise Contreras
|This is a beautiful poem. I belive when we pass on we win the Emmy for living life that to me is like the caterpillar get's wings and up up and away into freedome and perfection.
|Reviewed by Franz Kessler
|Wonderful message and fascinating imagery in this touching poem. Franz|
|Reviewed by Judith Pleasant
This is beautiful. You really put your sould into this one. Reminds me of my dear Mom and our relationship that we had when she was on the earth plane.
Strange, for the past two summers, the butterfly seems to be one of my totems. I am sure you can appreciate what that means.
It appears you and I have a lot in common with our connection to the earth as well as to the spirit world.
It is good to meet you. Keep up the good work.
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|this is a truly touching poem
i read it for one thing and gained another
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|lovely tribute to your mother!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|Great use of metaphor. You've warmed my heart. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|A wonderful remembrance and beautifully told, Vicky...Mothers share the best gifts with us.|
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|This is tender as a Mother's hand. The freedom parents give their young is the faith they give them to fly in all things. Well written.
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Wonderful poem, as is beautiful.....|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)
|Vicky this is beautiful. It is a sobering chasm that devides the profound beauty and terrible ugliness that pain can bring to bear in us... it has cost you much, but you have shared a precious truth with us and it IS a beautiful thing.