A poem for uncle Andrew, by Haras Dduj. Like A Butterfly Your colours were so bright, But you didn't flaunt them like a peacock crowing for attention, You knew you already had everyone around you captivated. Your wings were so fragile, but we could never have known it, Because you were so strong, Invincible. In a flutter you were gone, Leaving only memories of the beauty, the wonder, You brought into all our lives. Like A Butterfly. Now, although you are gone, You still go wherever you please and you please wherever you go, A floating jewel, more radiant, glorious than before. Your wings are no longer tethered, The flower that once bloomed is now free, Flying with angelic grace. Now, our loss is heaven's gain, And you have become something more wonderful, An angel whose beating wings still dance. Like A Butterfly. Your vivid colours live on, still so bright, Even though you've left our garden behind, In sorrow, but still blooming from your presence, Like A Butterfly