Oh Mama look, a flutterby.
(her tiny hand held it out to me) .
She grasped it firmly in her fist,
afraid to set it free.
Lovingly I showed her
one of life's most painful tests.
Sometimes the ones we love the most
we hurt more than the rest.
The butterfly was still alive
although its wings were bent.
This tiny miracle of grace,
its rainbow all but spent.
The magic dust was there to see.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
I hugged her to me and explained
that real love never dies.
We spoke that day of letting go,
of holding love less tightly.
To hold it gently in our hearts
shows love much more when lightly.
That day when she was very small,
we more than mourned a butterfly.
We shared a magic, tender moment.
I'll always thank the flutterby.
C.J. Heck, Lovely and inviting! Your story of learning how to handle gently the fragile. A butterfly, quite fitting I think. Experiences can really influence our and other's futures and I like when there is something to edentify a commonality in myself. Bless you Kathy
CJ what a childs jewel...wings closed and cracked....and a mothers grace, recognising the perfect moment to set a teaching exempliary.....I put my arms around you on this slendid poem.
Beautiful and delicate. I am certainly lost in your creative artistry. I will take my time to read them all. thank you.
Dear CJ, What a lovely poem. I love the way it conveys emotion, feeling, pathos through clear imagery and simple narrative. As the poem suggests, love, beauty, life, require freedom to grow and thrive. The poem itself is like the fragile, beauteous butterfly we will never forget. Thanks for sharing.
CJ it's a really awesome poem. I work with Kids (nanny work) and Im studying to be a teacher at the moment - so I get kids learning lessons. It spoke to me. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
C.J., Lovely poem. The sweet tenderness is palpable. Well done. S