Title:
The Butterfly Queen
(A lone voice whispers)
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When my beautiful Sara Lee died
And the once garden-bound butterflies
Who always appeared as we used to snuggle up to watch the Moon rise
As the Sun smiled as she was baptised by her lover
The Moon as she said her loving goodbyes
We saw all our old fluttering friends
Who appeared at the Sacred Sanctuary
Fifty miles away and gathered in a small floating
Purple white and red circle
To pay a fleeting visit and surrounded her beautiful open green casket
We all cried
When their Red Queen
Landed softly on her now cold cheeks to give her a farewell kiss
For we all found inner peace as we embraced that exquisite thought
Samuel
Jimmy
Mary and
Me
And the watching congregation
It's not only us
Our dearly beloved
Sara Lee
Who would of her miss
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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