Safta ohama’s butterfly

Safta ohama may be gone
But just before she left
To the clouds a couple years ago,
She left me an origami butterfly,
She left a piece of herself with me … forever.

Delicate, fragile, gentle the butterfly has flown far and wide.
Whenever I hold it tight
Flight whisks me away,
Back to Israel

Back in Israel where I laugh,
Where I play in the golden, shining of the sun.
It’s hot enough to roast you alive but somehow it has a relaxing effect.
My family all shows me smiles brighter than the sun.

When we are home I’m whisked back to reality.
She whispers to me,
“Stay strong and to live a proud, happy life.”

Safta ohama and the butterfly both share three things,
Fragile,
Different,
Special and I think they're all amazing.