I saw a yellow butterfly resting on a rose
Day by day I saw it
As it came for that single flower.
It was quite peculiar, I thought
for a butterfly to be attached
to just one flower.
Why must it fly again and again
Why must it return
for a rose that’s just like any other?
Even when the rose has died
the yellow butterfly stayed
by its side.
Was it weeping
for sweet nectars
it could no longer find?
Go away, dear butterfly!
Go and taste other roses
for how could you live
near a wilted flower?
But the butterfly stayed
as though saying,
“I have only lived
because I came upon this flower.
I’d fly away, but not too soon,
not before I kiss
with one final bliss,
not without remembering
the rare sweetness of this rose.”
The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today—click here.
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