Butterfly in winterland:
joyfull child
across the field
catching butterfly in here hands
memories vague
Okinawa long gone
last path
sunshine gracefully ride
on mountain top
last remains
in a white box
silent walk
to resting place
winter land far away
Okinawa long gone
forgotten child
Butterfly in winter land
carried in my hand
last path
in deep silence
joyfull child
across the field
catching butterfly in here hands
memories vague
Okinawa long gone
last path
sunshine gracefully ride
on mountain top
last remains
in a white box
silent walk
to resting place
winter land far away
Okinawa long gone
forgotten child
Butterfly in winter land
carried in my hand
last path
in deep silence
white chrysanthemum
Today I carried the ash of a women from Okinawa to here grave in Norway at a funeral. I feelt deep sorrow and thought of here childhood back in Japan. Given the honor to carry it the last footsteep down to the restingplace beside here son who drowned sixteen years ago...
Lonesome, but not forgotten - she was a Butterfly in winterland
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