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Freeing Anglewing Butterflies!

by Lori Blair

To see the period before the
end of that last sentence
and to know it isn't where
you want to be
That final wake after the

where I can hear my youngest
"Sleeping IS better than
If only his tears could cease
the seeping setting sun

But I see you are tired of
fighting undone wars
And as Death sieves your
span between its hands
We perceive your fore roaring
of Twinjet skies
Angelwing Butterflies!


Author's Note: Old Post had to repost this as I miss my father greatly..he died after long battle with kidney cancer at age 51.....Anglewing Butterfly is a Comma-shaped butterfly mark on underside of each wing..not angel..but called Anglewinged..Miss you Dad!

Posted on 04/25/2012
Copyright © 2024 Lori Blair

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 04/25/12 at 02:10 AM

WOW Lori, my father died at 54 and now I have outlived him by far too many years. I was never really close to my father. He worked a lot and when he came home he was tired. I was 21 when he died. Take care lady.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/26/12 at 01:26 AM


Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/30/12 at 06:50 PM

My dear, I welcome this poem back, for it is full of truth and beauty. Has always been a favorite from you, thanks and may the memories and emotions it brings always shine bright.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/01/12 at 02:23 AM

Beautifully crafted, Lori.

Posted by James Zealy on 05/01/12 at 02:37 AM

A daughter and her father, when they are close there is no closer bond. Your father left those angel wings on your shoulder as a constant reminder of him, and what he meant to you, not how he died. God bless Lori.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 05/05/12 at 04:33 PM


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