Monday, April 25, 2016

Butterfly, Rest

We captured blown kisses
left like a note
on the kitchen table

I’ll be back soon--
just went to the grocery
to pick up a few things.

If we only knew

that last sprinkling,
last dot under the heart
she drew

on the page
was her final

now folded.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

for edr and kjt


Tank said...

What a beautiful tribute, nicely written. Wonderful!

ayala said...

Sad and beautiful .

Janet Martin said...

sometimes when I leave a note I think' what if this was my last words to them'! this poem is delicate as a butterfly's wing!

Fireblossom said...

Oh oh

Jody Lee Collins said...

oh, Jennifer, you captured something powerful in the most delicate words.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

As Ali said, this "floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee." The details here, so gentle and so well observed, culminate in a profound, sad lick to the stomach. This reminded me of the last time I saw my father alive in 1999. Thanks, Mosk

Magyar said...

__My kind wishes, such a heartful verse. _m

Her words; kept within the mind's heart; holding hands.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Oh this makes my heart take a breath--gorgeous!

Rajesh said...

Imagine some loved one opening a door and just flying away on butterfly wings. There is such a hush in these lines. Beautiful.

janetld said...

I agree, sad but beautiful. An excellent read.

Margaret said...

Really is profound. I ran out the door the other day (late to a hair appointment) and didn't take time to kiss my husband goodbye - and I remember thinking - he always kisses ME goodbye. And it DID flit through my head "what if..."

Wendy Bourke said...

A delicate, nuanced and evocative piece. Lovely!