CocoonsYou did not die that day.
You only broke free of your cocoon.
As the butterfly spread his wings, so does your spirit as our children grow in your image.
I see you always in their eyes. Your smile in their merriment. Your kindness in their sharing. Your whispers while they sleep.
I will never forget you.
DelaneyB 26-30, F 1 Response 3 Dec 16, 2010