Today, my brother Charles,
buried Karen, his wife of 38 years.
What can I say to him?
What I say to his 3 daughters?
Karen loved colours,
They tell me
I think of the Monarch Butterfly,
Karen would love the butterfly.
Charles would like this song,
"Butterfly, my butterfly, wait for me don't fly away.".
Karen, like the Monarch Butterfly,
has flown away to a better place, no pain, no tears.
But for you Charles,Katie, Sarah, and Emily.
It's OK to cry, yes, tonight you cry.
And I cry with you.