Like A Butterfly Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

When Age has conquered and Time is king,
It seems each day is like a day of waiting,
Waiting for that moment between Life and Death,
Into that unknown that we have not seen yet.

As defined as the Day,sure in its coming -
So is Death in our lives,a set time for going.
I wish I could go quietly when I die,
Softly without sound as a pretty butterfly.

Forgiven and forgiving, into eternal peace,
Unchained of human burdens, oh what a release!
Free at last from the pain and gnawing regret,
I will open that door, unafraid of Death!



Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~~04.27.18