Thinking of Flutterby

I miss you Serah

Being a tortoise,

  I sometimes retreat.

Resting in my shell.

I awoke,

 and the Garden did not feel the same.

Missing my friends,

 I slowly started to search.

I was missing Flutterby,

  and Pixie arrived.

She gave me the news.

I never get to hear "Monsieur Tortoise" again.

I have my memories.

Walking through the Garden,

  Flutterby and Pixie,

     relaxing on my shell.

Strawberries.

They even painted my shell.

Flutterby still flies.

Reviews

[Saumya]

Now that I know who was this flutterbly, and how much she meant to you, i must say, she must have been a beautiful soul indeed. Way more beautiful than this write is, Jon.

Thankyou so much for sharing the love and the dedication for your friend.This piece is heartfelt, and packed with intense emotion.

[Jon Roggie]

I wish her writes were still here.

[Jon Roggie]

I never met her. I never heard her voice. Still, we talked. We were friends.

[Saumya]

Has she closed her account from WC too?
Some people, and some memories are indeed lovely & precious to have, but then...time hasn't been kind to anyone forever..and ironically, it hurts to know a loved one gone too far and too soon, the only one who meant so much! but at the end, its all about accepting the truth, and staying hopeful. sigh*

Good luck, Jon.

[Jon Roggie]

This is an odd time. I am printing my writes. I am at a point where we first started talking.