A Boy and Butterflies

She watched him from her window,
This precious little boy.
He was his Father's pride,
And was his Mother's joy.

An only child but never lonely,
As butterflies always followed around..
Playing chase and hide and seek,
His laughter the only sound.

 

As he grew older and went to school,
Butterflies followed his trail.
And on the walk from school to home,
 Butterflies would still prevail.

A fine son and friend to all he knew,
And in all things did well.
He was named an honor student
As in school he did excel.

A year or so later an invitation came,
To honor an unknown soldier.
As the family stood near the monument,
They needed a sympathetic shoulder.

A smile projected through the tears as,
 Butterflies began to hover!
Without a doubt they knew this boy.
Because butterflies loved him as no other.

In their hearts no longer missing,
The butterflies gave them peace.
They knew their son was with Jesus,
And grief would soon cease.

On most any day if you imagine,
And if you become aware,
You will feel that special memory,
That still lingers there.

©~Southbreeze~~

Fluisternis

Zachte woorden
dansen hun
eigen taal
walsen morgen
naar vandaag

waar klanken
pure harmonie
ontwaren wijkt
de duistere nacht
in fluisternis

verzwegen ooit
vochtige lippen
sluimergedachten
in kille stilte

ontwaakt kozen
zij elke nieuwe
dag onbevangen
lief, zo lief

I Want To Be A Bear


In my next life I want to be a bear.

If you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months.

I could deal with that.


Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid.

I could deal with that, too.


If you're a bear, you give birth to your children (who only weigh half a pound) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs.

I could definitely deal with that.


If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.

I could deal with that.


If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat. He KNOWS not to get between you and the food.

Yup...  Gonna be a bear.