Mom's Butterflies

It started with my mother's love

For beauty in the endless skies

The birds and rainbows, stars above

But mostly she loved butterflies 


A week after she's home with God

We golfed with friends, both gals and guys

For all nine holes, friends thought it odd

They followed me, two butterflies


My children missed their grandma too

At times we still all have our cries

My sweet daughter got a tattoo

On her shoulder are butterflies


Of many here that I call friend

A few love them so I'll surprise 

As I collect, I try to send 

Them pictures of new butterflies


One night I dreamt that I had passed

Mom welcomed me with sweet apprise

At Heaven's gates, with her at last

 God's garden full of Butterflies