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.
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