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Like a butterfly.
The soft smile on her face, the fluttering of eyelids too heavy to lift and the brilliance of color that shows in her pale features.
Like a butterfly.
I see her and I see strength. I see the soul inside who drew on everything she had and all that she was to bring her through life to this point. I see her now, as the sun is fading away as the time is coming.
I see her smile and laugh. She is just like a butterfly.
She is beautiful and fragile, but I love her. I love her so very much.
“Mother…”
(c) Sara Harricharan
The soft smile on her face, the fluttering of eyelids too heavy to lift and the brilliance of color that shows in her pale features.
Like a butterfly.
I see her and I see strength. I see the soul inside who drew on everything she had and all that she was to bring her through life to this point. I see her now, as the sun is fading away as the time is coming.
I see her smile and laugh. She is just like a butterfly.
She is beautiful and fragile, but I love her. I love her so very much.
“Mother…”
(c) Sara Harricharan
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Smile...beautiful !
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