"I have to go now...sandy"
I feel this is what she said
so tired, frail and suffering
as she laid upon her bed.

"It's time to let me go now, Sandy
Daddy's waiting ... for me
don't hold me here with your prayers any longer
just ask God to set me free".

Then that little piece of dynamite -my butterfly
left quietly, not with a bang but a sigh
In a moment she left me here
I guess Daddy was standing near by.

With my mortal hands
I let go,- now unfettered,- she was gone
the matriarch butterfly of our five generations
the one we leaned upon.

The moment - like her life- was fleeting
yet seemed to hang suspended
In the tick of the minute hand
her mortal stay was ended.

How much time is enough
to hold the ones we love
when is it the right time for leaving
for that new home above.

Only when you see their suffering
can you feel,- I must let go
there is something in your spirit
that's says___ 'its time you know"

I can picture her with daddy
as they begin to dance again
gracefully gliding the floors of heaven
as the Maestro declares, let the dance begin.

"See ya afterwhile
now Sandy straighten up- its ok"
no- she didn't voice it out load
its just I know --this is what she'd say

even while I called to her
"mother please come back to me"
as she labored to breathe, - my butterfly mother
breaking from the cocoon of death,-- now - flying, free

When a soul departs it's earthly host
there is no human power
that can keep it earthbound
when it has reached its midnight hour.


© 2005 by Sandra Griffin
on the death of my mother, Virginia L Prescott
6/11/1922 -- 7/31/05

Author of: "God in My Attic"
ISBN: 1594533881
http://www.our.homewithgod.com/sandra
http://storypen.com/inhimthroughhimforhimsandy