I wrote this story when I was in school last year. Hope it doesnt sound stupid to yall, but it was a discriptive essay. LOL..
Yellow Butterflies
I pull up on a rocky dirt road and turn my car off. I step out of my car and can smell the sweet sap as it oozes from the towering maple trees. I'm quickly baffled with the smell of blossoming red, pink and purple flowers that surround me. I immediately take my shoes off to feel the soft, delicate green grass on my walk towards the magnificent stone that is engraved with ‘In Memory of Ada and Robert Mabus’. I take a seat on the cold granite stone bench that sits beside their grave. I instantly begin to reminisce of my grandparents.
The sun comes out from behind the clouds and shines down upon me. I look up at the beautiful blue sky and close my eyes as I feel a warm glistering sensation roll down my face. I feel the wind gusting upon my body and can hear it whistle as it passes through the trees. As I sit there by myself, I know that I am not alone.
My heart is beating vigorously as I think of what transcendent people my grandparents were. I think back to the many times that my grandmother would let me help her in the kitchen. We would prepare lavish dinners for the whole family. As I sit there thinking I start remember the smells that went through the kitchen as we would walk into the dining room for dinner. I then start to think of my pop pop; and how he could always make you smile even thought you were hurt or frightened.
I open my eyes and look down at the grave. I notice these two gleaming yellow butterflies sitting on the grave so peaceful. As I wipe my tears away from my cheek, the butterflies glide to my bench. I can hear my grandmother tell me that she loves me and that I will be ok. I think back to the times that she put me to sleep and kissed my forehead.
The wind gushes hard against me again and I immediately have the feeling of easement. The scent of the flowers are flowing through the wind and I can smell the sweet smell of honeysuckles that are on the tree. I open my eyes and see the yellow butterflies flutter away in the breeze. I then realize that the butterflies were my grandparents trying to let me know that everything is ok. Now every time I see a yellow butterfly, I know that it is them.
Yellow Butterflies
I pull up on a rocky dirt road and turn my car off. I step out of my car and can smell the sweet sap as it oozes from the towering maple trees. I'm quickly baffled with the smell of blossoming red, pink and purple flowers that surround me. I immediately take my shoes off to feel the soft, delicate green grass on my walk towards the magnificent stone that is engraved with ‘In Memory of Ada and Robert Mabus’. I take a seat on the cold granite stone bench that sits beside their grave. I instantly begin to reminisce of my grandparents.
The sun comes out from behind the clouds and shines down upon me. I look up at the beautiful blue sky and close my eyes as I feel a warm glistering sensation roll down my face. I feel the wind gusting upon my body and can hear it whistle as it passes through the trees. As I sit there by myself, I know that I am not alone.
My heart is beating vigorously as I think of what transcendent people my grandparents were. I think back to the many times that my grandmother would let me help her in the kitchen. We would prepare lavish dinners for the whole family. As I sit there thinking I start remember the smells that went through the kitchen as we would walk into the dining room for dinner. I then start to think of my pop pop; and how he could always make you smile even thought you were hurt or frightened.
I open my eyes and look down at the grave. I notice these two gleaming yellow butterflies sitting on the grave so peaceful. As I wipe my tears away from my cheek, the butterflies glide to my bench. I can hear my grandmother tell me that she loves me and that I will be ok. I think back to the times that she put me to sleep and kissed my forehead.
The wind gushes hard against me again and I immediately have the feeling of easement. The scent of the flowers are flowing through the wind and I can smell the sweet smell of honeysuckles that are on the tree. I open my eyes and see the yellow butterflies flutter away in the breeze. I then realize that the butterflies were my grandparents trying to let me know that everything is ok. Now every time I see a yellow butterfly, I know that it is them.
