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Mariposa (for Louise)

//How much we invest in our symbols//, she muses, making them repositories of fond memory and future hope.

When a butterfly alights in its fragile strength on a purple plume beside the deck. ..

She remembers

Watching the miracle of Life unfold accompanied by a child with his infectious wonder The metamorphosis from caterpillar to chrysalis to monarch Reminding her of how much we take for granted.

Time continued its resolute march, inevitably transforming both along its course.

The boy became a man who cried at his father’s funeral as he once delighted at the butterflies.

The same, yet not the same.

The wife became a widow and they stood together once again before the mystery of Death.

She lives with the anticipation of a re-creation and reunion beyond broken bodies and broken hearts.

Her thoughts take flight on delicate scaled wings as the mother hears her son come home, ready for supper.