Blue Butterfly
After her mother passed a blue butterfly stopped by
Flitted among her zinnias, landed on a yellow one
Rhonda paid attention, it seemed to be important
Was this Mom telling her everything would be okay?
A few year later Rhonda’s best friend Frank passed.
She did not know if she could go on without him
Her doctor prescribed antidepressants, and this seemed to help.
A blue butterfly landed on Rhonda’s shoulder at his funeral.
This helped.
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