| I was going to visit a Butterfly Park on a Playcentre trip, where
Monarch Butterflies are bred to keep the caterpillars safe from wasps and
praying mantises. The night before I was lying in bed thinking about
it wondering how I would be able to walk through the enclosure with all
the pain it would cause and I started crying. The reason it was causing
pain was because after Michelle died, someone gave us a Swan Plant, that
Monarch Butterflies lay their eggs on. I had many caterpillars and
when they ate all the plant, I fed them daily with milk weed. The
first butterfly that emerged from it's chrysalis never flew - it died.
Then two emerged on what would have been Michelle's 6th birthday and flew
away. Now whenever I see a Monarch Butterfly, I think of Michelle.
I got out of bed and drew a picture using a drawing therapy technique
I learned a few years ago, called Interactive Drawing, and then I
wrote this poem. This healed me enough to be able to see the beauty
in the wings of the butterflies the next day. This is a description
of the picture I drew: (it is too big for me to scan)
I drew a beautiful blue butterfly and wrote
"Why are you so blue?"
"You are so beautiful in your flight"
"More beautiful than in pain"......then I
wrote "Freedom"
Then I drew my face looking at the butterfly
and it was happy to my surprise, and I wrote:
"I see the beauty in your wings"
Then this poem came to me: |
