Poem for Xantha

Butterfly Angel,
Your old soul eyes staring at Mummy and Daddy,
You tell us that you chose us,
But you are here only for a short time.

Butterfly skin, they call it,
Gentle loving required,
To be told you had the lifespan of a butterfly,
Never to see your first birthday.

So like a butterfly,
You spread your wings in flight,
Now we miss you with each sunrise,
And dream of you each night.

A butterfly, now free to fly away,
Though for us your wings will never fade.
Big sister will miss growing up with you,
Younger siblings, never to know you.

No more pain, butterfly baby,
Your sweet baby skin, no longer marred,
No longer wrapped in silk and satin,
Your fingers and toes free to wiggle.

Xantha Maree,
Butterfly Angel,
Always Loved,
Always Remembered.


15th February to 15th April, 2007