Red admiral
I opened the door and you
almost hit me as you flew by,
Flapping your wings like it
was too hard to keep a straight line,
Having passed me you landed
on my front room chair,
As you rested a tear dropped
from my left eye,
Yet somehow my mind said don’t
worry all would be fine,
Then the phone rang and my
thoughts were clear,
He’s gone the caller said
have you heard?
And I looked and answered no
he is still here at rest,
A bewildered voice asked “are
you alright”
Fine I said staring at you
there as you rested unnerved,
As you opened your wings and
looked your very best,
As if to fly again using all
of your might,
I did it many times set you on your own path,
Held your wings gently and
set you free,
Watched you as you moved
awkwardly finding your way,
Saddened yet delighted
mourned your aftermath,
Knowing once you left never
again would I see?
Your beautiful wings shared
and on display,
“Did you hear me he’s gone he
died?”
The caller wept from the
other end of the line,
The silence was deafening
right then on the phone,
With no effort you flapped
your wings as I tried,
To hold back the tears
praying all would be fine,
Without help freedom was
yours as you flew off alone.
The door is still open on
sunny days,
I hope you will call again as
you did that morning,
The second you landed I knew
you were free,
I needed no phone to shock me
into a daze,
Your life forever more
transforming,
Like the butterfly short
lived beautiful to me.
For a nephew much loved by all
who knew him: