I was sitting at my desk thinking of what to say to the parents who had lost a baby at six weeks. Just as I was about to say that there were no adequeate words, I saw a butterfly.

Consider the Butterfly

If you see a butterfly don't try to catch it for it just
may be a baby angel with a new set of wings.
The butterfly is lovely and comes in many different colors
and sizes.
To each butterfly is given a different set of molecules
that makes that butterfly special.
It is different from the others and it is
the Lord's way of separating them.
The butterfly has a brief life span
but it does not make them any less important.
If the butterfly falls to the ground dead and you
wish to keep the memory of that in a book,
then do so.
It was your butterfly.
The memory is what keeps the butterfly alive for
Sometimes when it flies away, that is for the best too.
For you see the butterfly goes to where it knows
someone will love it.
That is his unique moment in time.
I choose to believe that this is God's way
of telling us the butterfly is in his care.
He holds a dear place for the children.
Did he not send the rainbow after the flood?
Then logical tells us that when a child dies
he sends the butterfly.
Know in your heart that the baby you lost
is special to God.
When you look out the window and see a butterfly
it just means that your baby has a brand new set of wings.

Written for Drake Dooley who died on October 5, 2004 and my son
Donald Rae Lloyd Jr. Who died at birth in October of 1983.

Poetry by Judy T Lloyd
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Written on 2006-08-25 at 22:45

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Judy this is a beautiful interprestation of a very delicate subject and I congrlatulate you in finding such a tender way of comforting grieving parents well done rgds mike

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Thank you for sharing your thoughts!!!
Few weeks ago butterflies flew inside my house and around me and then they flew out back to the nature But one day a yellow butterfly flew in my house and died in front of me!!! :(((( I gave the butterfly to my neighbours dotter and she left the butterfly to the nature... At the forest...

Thanks for this poem :)