Rainbows and Butterflies

Rainbows and Butterflies

Mom and I a few years back.


a mature love

no longer expecting rainbows and butterflies

the gift of time to teach and refine the soul

a child’s innocence becomes a teen’s rebellion

young adult dreams fade to daily chores

rainbows and optimism dissipate each passing year

yet underneath the disappointments is something new

a quiet grace, formed in tears and joys

trials and tribulations become the art

life becomes the canvas

we create with our choices

I choose love


I dedicate this poem to my mom (and all mothers) to celebrate her enduring love and my maturation, no longer expecting life to bring me what I want. Life is more likely to bring us what we need than what we want. I’m learning to accept my family, friends, and life as they are. Each experience we have the choice of how we respond. I choose love.

Happy Mother’s Day!


49 thoughts on “Rainbows and Butterflies

  1. this is a really love poem brad and perfect reflection for mother’s day. ❀ it speaks to life's evolution so authentically. and i really resonate with the part about something new emerging – a quiet grace – that encompasses everything and becomes the art of life. a sweet photo of you and your mom – you do look alike. i'm glad you will be taking a trip to see her soon.

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  2. Just beautiful Brad, you are so right, Love should be the first on everyone’s choices. I hope your Mom had a wonderful Mothers Day, ours was back in March.. Great to be back and your the first port of call this morning and thank you, I had a wonderful relaxing holiday break.. Lovely to see this picture of smiles.. Enjoy your week πŸ™‚

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