Thursday 14th April

A butterfly came to visit today.
Was it you?

We were talking about you.
Remembering this day
Six years ago.
Zorbing on Plymouth Hoe.
Laughing, smiling, having fun.

Your brother took us to a bar today,
Outside, on the pavement.
Tables, chairs, parasols.
A butterfly landed on my hand.
It stayed on my finger for ages.

Was that you my sweetie?
I’d love to think it was you.
Small and delicate, so calm.
Holding on, being with us.
Sharing lunch and chatter.

A butterfly.
Mi mariposa.
My sweet Angel.

xxxxxxx

Zorbing