I saw a butterfly today. I saw her fly into the wind, catching the current, and then swiftly soar into the breadth and sounds of air. She was grand, and regal, and elegant, clad in her color of wings so fair.
She was beautiful. She was my daughter.
I watched her fly all through the day. I saw her land, amongst the trees. I saw her hover above our heads. She was watching, and waiting, and hearing, listening to what was said.
She flew with the butterflies, today, but she was more than the Swallowtails in their flight, she was there, knowing she was loved. She was more, today.
She was silently giving back to all who watched, tonight.
She was beautiful. She was my daughter.
She took flight.
Megan remembered
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