Butterflies are free

I drove past the road sign

to Butterfly World,

for a moment I wished

that I could go there,

sit in the garden and 

let the butterflies hover and

land on me.

The butterflies in my head,

are colorful like the words

I write in my sleep

and like the life I have lived.

My dreams,

a place that I find peace,

where all the fragments of my life melt.

The white walls speak volumes,

our eyes interlock and I know

the he senses the fear

of the small bumps 

in my neck that invaded several weeks ago.

They are unassuming

but they grow in my mind every day.

I tell myself that I don't care

that they may steal my joy

but I do because I have

brown eyed boys that love me,

that need me,

that think of me as the glue

to their world.

I listen to the doctor's voice

filled with calm and

my thoughts quiet and become silent,

tuning in to capture every word.

His stature,

his concern,

remind me of my boy.

I think of his mother

and the pride she must feel.

The same pride I feel for mine,

sharing his compassion,

saving lives.

When I leave I want to go sit

with the butterflies and

watch them flying free 

or not.  

The last few weeks my mind has been preoccupied with these bumps that appeared on my neck and I was feeling low energy and headaches. I had my MRI the other day and thankfully it came back normal. I am now waiting on blood work results.I am feeling better and so grateful for that.

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