The Sound of Butterfly Wings

Sitting on the deck this morning I hear the sound from the trees as the brisk Fall wind rustles the branches. Wrapped in my house coat, I lay my head against my chair and close my eyes. Enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. The wind, thick with the hint of rain, reaches me....covers me. The butterfly windchime begins to play a haunting symphony. The music drowns the wind....I listen to the beautiful song from butterfly wings.

Somewhere in the melody You are there. I don't know when I started to cry but the tears fall with each tickle of sound.  I remember and my heart breaks. 

Mama,  you were the sound that butterfly wings make.

I miss you so much.

Peace