A Sign From A Butterfly

Those beautiful red roses, Looked so pretty in the sun, I placed them on your marble stone, Touching each and everyone. Although you may not see them, I brought them just for you, And when the early morning comes, They'll be touched by dew. Two butterflies flew gently past, Your final resting place, I felt that you were there somewhere, With sweet smile on your face. I felt a sort of warmth inside, Not feeling sad at all, Knowing you were by my side, My finest friend of all. Jayne Louise Davies