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Life's Butterfly Collection
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2001 and earlier Butterfly...
Faerie dust coats its wings.
And it darts from flower to flower;
A jewel.
Magical as only a child would see...
Too young to know what it's like
To hurt something such as this.
Little boys grow up too soon.
Chasing the butterflies,
As the little girls giggle and scream.
And they Capture them,
So the faerie dust is blown away.
Though, even now they're too young to know their harm.
Boys, mean, bratty individuals...
Ripping the wings off Butterflies.
Girls, occupied with phones and friends,
Now divided.
Time Flies and Butterflies Drift now,
To stomachs on first dates.
Dampened palms, kisses on the cheek.
Though, still children, too young and unsure.
Last year of childhood...
Their first prom date together;
Butterflies adorning her hair,
Love flickering in their eyes.
Their children have grown up,
Much to Mom and dad's surprise.
Hustle and bustle,
City streets paved and hard,
As they've come to greet the world.
The butterflies gone from this part of their lives.
They might care, but they don't notice,
Becoming adult and disciplined.
Only to learn that it's hard...
When Mom and Dad set the little bird free.
Finally grown up it's true,
Children of their own.
And the little girl and boy dance among the flowers,
The Butterflies call home.
Life's become carefree and easy,
As they're no longer Children, wizened and old.
And they watch the butterflies out the back porch door,
Grandchild and puppy playing outside.
Called to come in before it gets cold.
1/8/01 3:55pm
