A
Different Night before Christmas
Copyright ©
2007 by Nanette Hernon
Twas the weeks
before Christmas and I dreaded the days,
That I knew I was facing - the holiday craze.
The stores were all filled with holiday lights,
In hopes of drawing customers by day and by night.
As others were
making their holiday plans,
My heart was breaking - I couldn't understand.
I had lost my dear husband a few months before,
And I knew what my holiday had in store.
When out of
nowhere, there arose such a sound,
I sprang to my feet and was looking around,
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
The sight that
I saw took my breath away,
And my tears turned to smiles in the light of the day.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a cluster of butterflies fluttering near.
With beauty and grace they performed a dance,
I knew in a moment this wasn't by chance.
The hope that
they gave me was a sign from above,
That my husband was still near me and that I was loved.
The message they brought was my holiday gift,
And I cried when I saw them in spite of myself.
As I knelt closer
to get a better view,
One allowed me to pet it - as if it knew -
That I needed the touch of its fragile wings,
To help me get through the holiday scene.
In the days
that followed I carried the thought,
Of the message the butterflies left in my heart -
That no matter what happens or what life will impart
Our husbands are with us - they live in our heart
Yes, the message of butterflies rings in my ears,
A message of hope - a message so dear.
And I imagined they sang as they flew out of sight,
"To all
grieving widows- We love you tonight!"
In Loving Memory Of My Husband Mike
Love To All~Nanette |
