A Gift

Written By: Elieen  Smith

We have gone back to that spot many times. The sand has since been packed tighter so that SUV’s can drive there.  There are now more cars and people.  What is missing are the butterflies.  We never saw them again.  Oh yes, we see a monarch here and there but we don’t know where they go when they are getting ready to leave us.  Perhaps they didn’t want their secret revealed although the New York Times knew about it.  It doesn’t matter.  They gave us their gift and we will keep that forever.  When the photograph fades, the image an the sound of silence of that moment will remain engraved in our minds and hearts.