Sunshine Butterfly

09 Aug

Twelve days before my birthday, grandpop gave me this brooch.

Flashback when I was a kid, he’d call me Sunshine. Maybe he wanted to tell me that life is good…that a rainbow appears after the rain…that behind the clouds is a warm, comforting sun. Or that a simple cocoon undergoes transformation to  become a wonderful butterfly…

A smile so effervescent
A story or a simple laughter
A hug, a touch
Little things that do matter

Leave a comment

Posted by on August 9, 2012 in thoughts


Tags: , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: