The Monarch’s Fly By…

She came to say hi

I was in the perfect spot

For us to collide 


He lifted my head

So that I would not miss her

He knows she’s my friend


As summer flew by

We rarely stopped to converse

She knows me so well


We met in “08”

When I surrendered to Christ

Back there in Waldorf


She too was waiting 

For the old to shed and be free

His perfect timing


See you later friend

As fall is soon approaching 

And our journey continues…