Fly, sweet delicate thing
She looked so soft and kind
Just like Her
Frail yellow shine, she hovered over the clover in between the headstones
Dancing in the summer wind like Nature’s Prima Ballerina
Taunting me with her beauty, regal she was, like Athena
Floating cheerfully and bright, when my heart was black as night
Just what are you so happy about? On THIS day, of all days —
No! Fly! Fly away, you sweet delicate thing
You don’t belong here anymore.
You don’t belong here anymore.
You don’t belong here anymore.
To this day, when all my hope washes away
I think of you and all the words I wish I could say
My tears begin to flow
My heart like wings, flutters — fast and slow
When unexpectedly, I see
A little yellow butterfly floating by — effortlessly
Flying — I know, just for me.
In Remembrance of my Grandmother, Sharion June Lowe, died at age 59 waiting for a new liver.
My dear friends, please consider becoming an organ donor. It is a precious gift that many need and never receive. There is no greater gift than saving a life. Or to provide a second chance to another, to give someone back their sight, to be a blessing, not only to the recipient, but to their families. It is a magnanimous act, a priceless gift. As an organ donor, when you’re gone, you will leave a profound legacy and a part of you lives on.
You Lil Dickens 
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