As I drove home the other day,
I saw a butterfly.
A symbol of happiness, hope and love,
So beautiful and so very unique.
As I watched it flutter by me,
I thought of all the butterfly poems.
I wondered why so many people
Could connect to butterflies.
Then I thought of my two daughters,
I’ve placed for adoption.
I wondered, are they seeing
The same butterfly or will they?
So, I blew a kiss to the butterfly,
In hopes that the butterfly would fly
By my daughters,
Land gently on their noses,
And pass on my loving kiss.
Hoping they would feel of my love
Through the butterfly passing on my kiss.
Of course, how would I know
Or anyone if they’d really see
This same butterfly?
It’s the symbolism that makes it
So special to my heart.
But a lot of people think of butterflies,
Passing on their kisses and love
To their children they’ve placed.
My next thought was something new.
As I watched the butterfly,
Fluttering around the parking lot,
I thought to myself,
I am that butterfly.
I thought to myself,
Because of my two daughters,
I’ve been given wings
And feel as if I can fly.
I am now beautiful and unique.
And now I see and recognize that
Beauty and uniqueness in myself.
Because of this painful experience,
I have found myself.
I have found that I am priceless
And I can see my beauty now.
I can see me for who I am
And who I am now is
A person whose
Beauty, love and soul transcends
What it once was in every way.
Because of my daughters, I am me.
I am becoming who I’m meant to be.
I am like the butterfly now.
I am the one that has become
And can be a symbol of happiness,
Hope and love with the help of the Lord.
Because of this,
I know who I am,
What my purpose is,
What I’m doing,
What I want to do
And where I’m going.
Like the butterfly, with the help of God,
I can fly to the highest heights now
Because I’ve been to the lowest lows.
And when I say I love myself and
I know myself, I feel it deeply now.
When I say I am priceless,
And I’ve found my worth
And my place here on earth,
I feel its truthfulness vibrate
To the very core of my being.
So now I am the butterfly,
With all my beauty and flaws.
I am special and priceless and
I will live and love again
With my hand in the Lord’s.
Written by Anne Webber
April 6, 2005