One Butterfly Wing

ONE BUTTERFLY WING In deep distress she damaged her wings in her endless struggles beating them against our bedroom walls, in her last days she made haste and flew through the ceiling and then, she flew free, at first I did not see that the sun and the moon were shining on her face when she lay still and at peace till her beautiful soul opened its wings and ascended to live far above the clouds, now, her spirit encompasses the earth in all the six directions casting no shadows, and as I lay and watched her ascent one butterfly wing like a sycamore seed spiralled down and landed upon my pillow. Tom McFerran.