with each visit
to you.
I had been moved
by your presence
through a tangible clue.
The first time,
I cried,
and it wouldn't be the last.
I kept returning
with an open heart
and my mind on the past.
She landed on my shoulder
as I lay
by your grave.
So I thought about you
and the moments
we'd crave
to be together
under the sun
and receive a lift
from the glory of God's creatures
who make up
nature's gift.
Everytime
I came back
to your resting place
there was a message
of love
from the ladybug's embrace.
With the cold winds
of fall
the ladybug disappeared
and losing contact
with you
is just what I feared.
Summer miracles
would have to wait
with a hopeful return
and it's the ladybug
on my shoulder
for whom I yearn.
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