A Lone Monarch

Dedicated to my beloved Grandmother Ruth.

She breezed in, out of nowhere it seemed

With the flutter of her regal wings

Softly she whispered as she brushed past my skin:

“It’s ok… it’s ok… it’ll be okay…”

Mesmerized, tears filled my eyes

I gasped, my breath taken away

“Is that you” I whispered?

And then just as soon as she came

she flew up again

“Wait! Come back!” I cried out

“Please stay…”

And as I started to turn away

The sun in my eyes pushing my gaze away

She came swooping down

Thru the English Ivy and around

Enjoying the flowers abound

She flapped insect admires away

Her beautiful orange wings on display

Could it be

I thought

Is it she?

Forever in my heart

You will be.

A lone monarch

Flying free.