A butterfly passed before my eyes today,
They say it’s a visit, a soul on its way.
Ayah, if it’s you checking in on me now,
I’m still standing, though I’m not sure how.
The world’s not made of sunshine and light,
I’ve learned to survive through the dark of night.
Your boy has grown, though the pain was real,
But I’m stronger now, learning how to heal—
Not to repeat the same mistake, that’s my deal.