Connie Yost

Rookie (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)

Lightly On My Thumb - Poem by Connie Yost

So lightly on my thumb she clings
And tastes the goldenrod I bring.
She suffers from some unknown thing
For slipping from her silken robe,
She can't unfold her wings.

For three hard days I see her try
Then breath a long disheartened sigh.
I start to ask the question why'
Then ask myself, 'But who am I? '
She has always been God's butterfly.

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  • Gold Star - 36,724 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/29/2013 8:13:00 AM)

    who am I? God's butterfly. wonderful. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 29, 2013


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