that strong presence you feel when the wind is blowing
the happiness that comes across you when the river is flowing
that bright moon light that is always glowing
you may say these things are unknowing
but it was your little butterfly showing
she was your special gift from above
even though now she's as free as a dove
your samantha angela rose
the spirit of your child will always grow
she was your beautiful butterfly
even though she emerged from her cocoon
she had thirteen years of a wonderful life
she made everyone happy
including your son and his wife
she was your beautiful butterfly
and watch your butterfly fly to the sky
samantha angela rose
and that much i should
say everyone should know
A contest entry
- Precious Child by theroseofbattle.
570 points, ended November 24, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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Beautiful!!!
You have done a wonderful job on this sad prompt. It is always difficult to write about the lost of a love one especially a child and you have done it justice. Good luck in the contest. God Bless, Jo-Ann
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quick edit: first line. "presents" i think you mean "presence"
other than that, beautiful. thank you so much. it rhymed well and really spoke to my heart.
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