by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The yellow and black swallowtail
came to the window
(I told you because
you were looking for a sign—
so you could leave).
The doctor said,
“Hours or weeks.”
We all wept together.
Hours would have been more humane.
Do you remember
when you were little,
and you asked,
“When you die
do you close your eyes
and go to sleep?”
‘Yes,” I said.
fourwindowspress 
This is beautiful.
One of those writes that make you want to cry…so beautiful, and so profound.
A moment in time, that you don’t realize, will shape your future existence. This is an amazing capture of that minute. Thank you for sharing.
Your poem brings me great comfort. Thank you for writing it.
Jackie
So touching and poignant and full of love…. This is beautifully written.
Thank you. This means alot to me. Ethel
A mother’s grief and strength…