The Significance of a White Butterfly and My Dream Conversation with My Father


I just saw a white butterfly fly by me and it made me smile.

Italians and Filipinos have a similar belief about white butterfly sightings.  When you see one it means an angel or a loved one who is no longer with us is near.

Whether the belief is true or not it reminds me of my father who died of cancer a few years ago.

While cleaning out my desk I came across a short poem/story that I wrote 3 years ago after I had a dream of my Dad.  In my dream I asked my father how he was doing and he explained what happened to him.  I recently added illustration to my words.  I hope you enjoy it.


When I died....

I became a butterfly. Gently floating in the sky.

I wanted to be near the ones I loved.

God gave me this by making me die.

They cried when they saw me in my grave.


What they didn’t see was I actually was saved.

I’ll never leave or be far from the ones I love.


When I look at them from heaven above.

In the Philippines there is a saying about death.  Death is not final it is just a change of address.


Filed under Cup of Joy, Illustrations, Life and Death

9 Responses to The Significance of a White Butterfly and My Dream Conversation with My Father

  1. Lovely, beautiful poem. Both of my parents are in heaven, too, and I think of them the same way. :-)

  2. Island traveler

    Your illustration is beautiful and the poem sad but filled with love. Sorry to hear about your dad. He’s smiling at you now knowing his presence will always be celebrated by you. Your drawings captured my attention. They’re like the ones from my son’s story books. You’re very talented. Stay blessed. Best wishes to your family.

    • Island Traveler, thank you for the compliment! I have always really enjoyed art but I haven’t had time to do it since the kids. Blogging has allowed me to take a little time out for it.


  3. Jojo Ocampo

    You made me cry! Ha ha ha…… Love your work!

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