Butterfly Angel: A Tribute by Sherry Gail Heim
Today would have been my late grandson, Brennen Cole's fifth birthday. In honor of Brennen's short life, Sherry Gail Heim has graciously given me permission to print her poem today. May it bring much comfort to you who have also lost a grandchild as it did me.
Butterfly Angel
There was an enchanted butterfly
Who had only but one wing
She walked because she could not fly
And she taught herself to sing
She had the keen ability
Of making others smile
‘Twas her understanding of the heart
That made her life worthwhile
She sang her songs of happiness
And tales of love so true
She’d sing so loud as she would walk
None near her could feel blue
Her lovely voice would echo
Off the mountains, through the glen
And all the creatures in her path
Felt humbled by their friend
A frog came up and asked her
“How come you do not fly?”
She said “Dear frog, if I had wings,
I could not see you eye to eye.”
She was blessed without her wing, she said
And in being kept earthbound
She was able to enchant the lives
Of all the creatures on the ground
You see though soaring has its perks
On land she’d rather be
So she could use her pretty voice
To teach love and harmony
On a starry night while all alone
With no one else in sight
She returned to her true angel self
Then flew off into the night
But every morning at sunrise
If you listen you will hear
The butterfly angel’s pretty voice
Still spreading love and cheer
Sherry Heim
February 24, 2006
There was an enchanted butterfly
Who had only but one wing
She walked because she could not fly
And she taught herself to sing
She had the keen ability
Of making others smile
‘Twas her understanding of the heart
That made her life worthwhile
She sang her songs of happiness
And tales of love so true
She’d sing so loud as she would walk
None near her could feel blue
Her lovely voice would echo
Off the mountains, through the glen
And all the creatures in her path
Felt humbled by their friend
A frog came up and asked her
“How come you do not fly?”
She said “Dear frog, if I had wings,
I could not see you eye to eye.”
She was blessed without her wing, she said
And in being kept earthbound
She was able to enchant the lives
Of all the creatures on the ground
You see though soaring has its perks
On land she’d rather be
So she could use her pretty voice
To teach love and harmony
On a starry night while all alone
With no one else in sight
She returned to her true angel self
Then flew off into the night
But every morning at sunrise
If you listen you will hear
The butterfly angel’s pretty voice
Still spreading love and cheer
Sherry Heim
February 24, 2006
Printed by Permission: Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2006
Resource Box: Sherry Gail Heim is a multi-talented writer who lives in the beautiful state called “The Land of Enchantment.” To learn more about Sherry visit her at Sherry Gail Heim



3 comments:
What a lovely tribute.
Allyn
What a beautiful tribute..very touching!
Warmly,
Donna
Thoughts and prayers, Jewel. What a beautiful way to remember your beloved grandson.
God Bless,
Susan
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