For Briar Rose


We loved you when we first knew you existed

in your mother’s chrysalis womb.

We imagined how you would emerge

and in daylight spread your wings.

Our hearts fluttered, anticipating joy.

But your small soul was a butterfly,

startling away in silent flight,

leaving behind a meadow

full of empty flowers,

a metamorphosis

from dream to memory.

Our hearts flutter still,

a broken-winged kaleidoscope,

the places where you touched us

shimmering and iridescent.

Copyright 2017 by Katie Bradshaw