Butterflies in Her Eyes

The butterflies used to dance within your eyes. The joy mirrored from their shimmering

wings. Now as each one leaves taking flight. Another memory gone

away from the light. The cruel silent thief is

stealing our mother away. When you didn't recognize me, the

pain bruised deep inside. The sorrow still lays heavy for the

times we'll never have again. Within my heart, I gently weep. Clock hands continue

their endless journey. Each morning, the sun will still rise.

Each eve it fades and waves goodbye. I hope you are still