To Grandma "Sweet Viola"...
In the meadows of such beauty, the transformation of the young anew.
The memory of the oldened, morphed showers entombed.
Fly long. Fly hard.
In the land she awakened.
Winged creatures transcended.
She was home.
(her love for butterflies was symbolic to her departure)
Love your winged angel from below to continue the journey.
November 28, 2012