The spring after her mother’s death, a butterfly would greet her daily on her way to work. Walking through the bushes behind the building, she would stop to admire the wild daisies and there on a blossom sat a blue butterfly. She knew it had to be her mother hanging around just a while longer. The thicket served as a rent-free haven. The Landlord upstairs understands how difficult it can be for those left behind. There is no right or wrong way to mourn…just takes time.
surviving a great loss
wings of a butterfly
kissed her cheek
Written for Weekly Writing Prompt #117 at SecretKeeper
Prompts: Wing wrong rent serve great
In memory of my hero, June 22, 1926 – December 2, 2014