In loving memory of Brooke Marie House
my beautiful grandniece whose tiny life lasted only two hours but who touched us all in ways that will last throughout our lifetimes...(edited and reposted)
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 it’s 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
I too had to go misty eyed on this one...enchantingly sad and yet wonderfully uplifting...amazing little "Butterfly Angel"
And what's even more amazing is that the Butterfly's transition was given to us in order to see God's plan...Everything placed before us has purpose, just like Brook~
Thanks for stopping into my den...it's nice to meet you!
Sherry...the poem itself is like a butterfly, beautiful, gentle and
fleeting... as I pray the pain will be for you and your family, friends and loved ones, who share the loss of your tiny "butterfly angel"...it leaves me weeping. Father God, send The Comforter.
be blessed ~ rhonda
Your BUTTERFLY ANGEL takes the sting out of the curse and transforms it into the petals of a blessing. Four BUTTERFLY ANGELS have fluttered their beauty through my life and destiny and taught me much that I otherwise might never have realized. They tend to leave a light of enchanted love that never completely fades. Peace and blessings to you and yours--
Aberjhani
This was a wonderful tribute! Your grandniece is now a hevenly angel who is watching over all of you now. She will be so happy to read this wonderful write!
Oh, what a beautiful tribute. Write like an angel, my friend.
Makes me sad, but. . .this is so lovely. You can see the
butterfly and hear her sweet, gentle voice. The frog adds
a touch of humor. By an angel for an angel is all I can think
to say. Thank you for this touching and inspiring work of art.
'Pea' <3
There is a soft and fragile beauty within your words, tender and magical yet powerful enough to hit home... the fragility of humanity and the immense power of love. A beautiful ode to a perfect Angel whom God needed by his side.
What a special and unique gift her little life is and was... and what a wonderful gift of inspiration you have been blessed with, Sherry, to commemorate her by. A beautiful allegory, and oh so fitting, somehow. I find it fascinating how we subliminally recognise that newborn infants are spiritually "older and wiser" than their very few lifelong hours. May this lovely work bring comfort, peace and encouragement to those whose great loss little Brooke Marie will be - enduring name, by the way. Bless you and TY Kate xx
Sherry,
I remember reading this before, and it made me cry then too. Children aren't suppose to die, they are suppose to live full and happy lives, being loved by the parents that gave them life to begin with. Dying is for those that have reached maturity, and gained and shared themselves with the rest of us that are waiting to do so.
I had a baby sister that lived only about this same amount of time, Mom and Dad, spent nine months grooming me not to be the baby of the family anymore, and then the next thing I knew, I was standing beside a baby's closed casket, at the graveyard, and I was too young to understand that too. The whole family was sad, and I wasn't only sad, I was confused as well.
The saddest of it all, is that we have not one photo of her. Nobody except Mom and Dad, ever saw her.
Yes this made me cry, but it also made me smile, for now I know that Mom and baby sister are together, where they belonged, all those years ago.
Sherry, Good Friend in the West - My deep and sincere condolences. Your Memorial Poem will live through the ages, for those who loved this angelic snuffed-out flicker of life.
- Bill
this is a beautiful poem that moves both the heart and soul ... a wonderful tribute to a precious gift that though we experience for a short period of time has a lasting effect upon the entirety of our lives ...
I am so sorry for your loss, Sherry. What a beautiful way to memorialize your grand-niece, though. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
This is a precious tribute Sherry. You've taken a crippling grief and turned it into something beautiful, and bearable. Blessings to you and yours...Michelle
Sherry
I concur with the board below completely...
You have an unbeatable and invincible way of transforming a sad and negative situation, into a positive and upbeat scenario, always rightly looking for the good in any bad circumstance !
I will pray for your late niece, and your family...:)
Blessings
Peter
((((((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))))))))))) and prayers
I am so sorry for your loss; God be with you during this time of sadness and grief! Beautiful tribute to a little angel who now rests in the Arms of Jesus!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
Sherry you had my eyes misty with this beauty! An enchanting story so beautifully told, and a precious tribute to your niece! A magical sojourn! Thanks for sharing!I love the graphic...
I have written a chapter called I Am That, I Am in this inspirational compilation book by best-selling authors and wonderful people from all walks of life xox :-D (Its sister book is called Adventures In Manifesting - Success and Spirituality)
And what's even more amazing is that the Butterfly's transition was given to us in order to see God's plan...Everything placed before us has purpose, just like Brook~
Thanks for stopping into my den...it's nice to meet you!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Peace,Grace,Prayers for you & your family,
Sharon
fleeting... as I pray the pain will be for you and your family, friends and loved ones, who share the loss of your tiny "butterfly angel"...it leaves me weeping. Father God, send The Comforter.
be blessed ~ rhonda
Aberjhani
my prayers are with the little Angel
The flew heavenly bound before her time
Love & Peace
William
Gina
I am so so very sorry for you loss
this poem is so beautiful and touching.......
I love the story it tells
and the moral
we have to be greatful for what we have and use it wisely
this is a keeper..........ty
pax and hugs..........A
Reindeer
This was a wonderful tribute! Your grandniece is now a hevenly angel who is watching over all of you now. She will be so happy to read this wonderful write!
((((( Love and Hugs to you and your family )))))
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel
Regis
Makes me sad, but. . .this is so lovely. You can see the
butterfly and hear her sweet, gentle voice. The frog adds
a touch of humor. By an angel for an angel is all I can think
to say. Thank you for this touching and inspiring work of art.
'Pea' <3
Paul
Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss. You've penned an incredible, moving tribute to her in verse; what better way to remember her. Thank you--
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
There is a soft and fragile beauty within your words, tender and magical yet powerful enough to hit home... the fragility of humanity and the immense power of love. A beautiful ode to a perfect Angel whom God needed by his side.
Warm hugs and love
Elga
Love Tinka
I remember reading this before, and it made me cry then too. Children aren't suppose to die, they are suppose to live full and happy lives, being loved by the parents that gave them life to begin with. Dying is for those that have reached maturity, and gained and shared themselves with the rest of us that are waiting to do so.
I had a baby sister that lived only about this same amount of time, Mom and Dad, spent nine months grooming me not to be the baby of the family anymore, and then the next thing I knew, I was standing beside a baby's closed casket, at the graveyard, and I was too young to understand that too. The whole family was sad, and I wasn't only sad, I was confused as well.
The saddest of it all, is that we have not one photo of her. Nobody except Mom and Dad, ever saw her.
Yes this made me cry, but it also made me smile, for now I know that Mom and baby sister are together, where they belonged, all those years ago.
Thank you Sherry.
Lisa
- Bill
Jill
I concur with the board below completely...
You have an unbeatable and invincible way of transforming a sad and negative situation, into a positive and upbeat scenario, always rightly looking for the good in any bad circumstance !
I will pray for your late niece, and your family...:)
Blessings
Peter
I am so sorry for your loss; God be with you during this time of sadness and grief! Beautiful tribute to a little angel who now rests in the Arms of Jesus!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
Love and hugs,
Eileen
Birgit and Roger
I enjoyed.
Bonnie
Felix
Ron