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
In the children's play park, 14.4.2010
The tiny butterfly that stayed on my finger for a long time
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
what a beautiful visit by a beautiful creature – loved it! 🙂
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Thank you.
It really was quite special to me.
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Heartwarming.
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Thank you.
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they will always come back to visit
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I really want to believe that.
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what a sweet sweet thought! I am so touched. 🙂 ❤
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Thanks so much.
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Perhaps it was! Hugs to you…
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Thank you.
I do hope so.
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Only the good are found in butterfly’s. I think it very well could have been. xxxx ❤
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I really want to think that is so.
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such significance
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Thank you.
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Awwwee so sweet xoxo
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Thank you.
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Heartfelt tiny and pure. So perfect.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful 🙂
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Many thanks.
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I believe. 😊
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So kind.
I do, too.
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