by Marie Williams
“Where has the time gone?”
I mumbled. “Just when I think I am
organized, something unexpected pops
up and interrupts my schedule.” Telephone
calls, unending questions from my son,
and honey dos were just a few
interruptions of the morning.
I sighed as I stood at my kitchen window
washing dishes and wondered what else
the day might bring. I was tired,
and the day had only begun.
I watched our youngest daughter from the
window while washing the dishes. She
was oblivious to a watchful eye, as she
frolicked in a field of wildflowers with
butterflies flitting around her. She whirled
and twirled like a ballet dancer.
Suddenly my flower child sat down, right
in the middle of the field, blond head
bobbing from side to side with music,
she alone could hear.
Tossing the dishtowel on the cabinet,
I strolled outside to join my ballerina
in the field of colorful flowers.
She held her finger to her lips to silence
me as I approached.
I eased down cross-legged before her.
Suddenly the most beautiful butterfly
lit on her cheek. Eyes wide with wonder,
she couldn’t keep quiet another moment.
A giggle bubbled from within her,
breaking the silence.
A glorious sound of robust laughter
filled the air as I joined in the
celebration of life while caught
up in the moment of time.
She boasted, “I just got a butterfly kiss.”
(I preferred to call it a kiss from God.)
I'm certain it was a gift from God.
Leaning towards her smiling face,
I fluttered my eyelashes on her cheek.
“That’s it,” she exclaimed,
“That’s just like the butterfly!”
A brief moment of ecstasy for both
mother and daughter transpired in the
middle of the field, and I gleaned a
treasured memory to tuck away for
God’s timing was perfect.
Somehow, the dishes didn’t seem so
important anymore, nor the schedule,
or interruptions of the day.
Recently we celebrated her
She now has three beautiful daughters
to join in their own dances,
or exchange butterfly kisses.
I hope she doesn't forget that moment.