The yellow butterfly

If I die tonight, in my sleep
Will my soul flutter
by the clear sunny door
a yellow butterfly
to be let out in the morning 

Will my little boy chase it
On his chubby feet
Reaching up, with his little hands
Upto the wings of gold
the sun streaming through

Will I gift him
One last moment of wonder to live by
and then flutter away
into the bright blue sky
the grass so green
the scented breeze

Or will those little hands
hold me back
The peal of laughter,
The scent of sleep
Keep me back from the blue blue sky