On that one August 5th morning

There won’t be an angel

At the top of my Christmas tree

Has been replaced

With a Beautiful White Butterfly

For all our friends and family to see

Since that day God called you away from Me

~

That very first day after your passing

The strangest thing happened

~

A white butterfly Visited me in our yard

The pain was intense

Losing you was unbearably hard

~

But something down deep

Told me this Butterfly is You

~

Letting me know

That your soul

was safe in Heaven

It was time for me

To Let you go

~

Right then and there

I saw this glow

The sun reflected off your wings

~

little specks of gold

In some angelic way

I knew I had been told

~

A sort of peace

Came over my being

~

I know this must be

Really. hard

For others

to believe

Without seeing

~

But I swear.

This is true

~

Patrick came to me

On the wings

Of a white butterfly

that day

~

And even though

I will always

Be heartbroken

over his loss

Somehow he made

my pain

A little less

that day

The Day He came

As a White Butterfly

Then quickly

Went away

Sandra G 8/5/17@writeurpassion1969

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New kid on the block

I am no virgin to writing

Been scribbling words for years

But if you ask me

Am I new to blogging?

Yes

Only three days , have I been here

~

Ever since birth

I have been blessed

With a creative mind

~

Just read my poem’s

And I promise

You will find

My creative nature

hiding in – between ,

each line

~

Sometimes my words

Dance across the page

And at other times

won’t even

Come out

from behind

the stage

~

Regardless

There will

never be a

curtain call

For me,

Until my dying day

~

For as long as ,

there are

Feelings to express

I shall write them down

Sandra G 1/8/19@writeurpassion1969

Finer Weather

Finer weather

.

.

.

We come together

And take in the fresh air

~

Picnics over flowing

Kids with

Bubbles blowing

~

Occasional kite in the sky

Catches the glimpse of passers by

~

A bumble bee or two

Searching their honeydew

_

Grass turns from a puke brown

Into a vibrant green

~

And you can’t help but laugh

When you here a faint scream

Seems an ant hill is getting their fill

On cookies and sweet tea

~

Oh what a pleasure

And what a treasure

Is finer

weather

~

Sandra G.@writeurpassion1969 1/8/19

I do not own copyrights to this photo, just borrowing.

~

One word

Passion is but a heartbeat

At the end of a pen

That lets your emotions

Entertain a page

Again and again

~

Love is but a whisper

That explodes within

And engulfs the pages of your story

Until the very end

~

Destiny is but a place

To take your readers to

Where they are so enticed

Stuck in their chairs like glue

~

Feelings

From sharing your words

Is just one word

Superb

Sandra G 1/8/19@writeurpassion1969

I do not own the photo nor hold copyrights of it.