Butterflies On Mama's Grave

Butterflies began landing on his mama’s grave a little after the dew dried. One butterfly became two, two became six. Six became a bouquet. Tommy looked up from where he had been sitting since dawn In his dress uniforms. The pink roses he had brought had attracted them. He felt amazed that his mother in death still attracted these faeries. It did not help him feel better about not getting home in time. But it helped knowing she would still be sending messages. He left the cemetery smiling, and then began to whistle.