Butterfly kisses on his head
On that beautiful, early morn,
Welcoming him into the world,
My adorably, sweet first-born.
Butterfly kisses on his neck.
He'd giggle at feathery touch.
Butterfly kisses told him that
His mama loved him very much.
All through his earliest childhood
We kept playing this happy game.
I gave him butterfly kisses
And he returned the very same.
Babies turn into teenagers
And a little kiss on the cheek
Was the most that he could manage
And was all that I dared to seek.
And then as he grew tall and older
Another claimed all his kisses.
He had forgotten all about
Our game of butterfly kisses.
The saddest time of all my life
When they told me my son had died.
Forgotten were butterfly kisses
In the million of tears I cried.
But when I'm tending my garden
A butterfly lands on my cheek.
I know that he has sent them
Those butterfly kisses I seek.