Butterflies And My Family - Poem by Connie Webb
Do butterflies hear our cries
When we are in despair?
Sometimes when we’ve been sad
A butterflies been there.
Fluttering on a patch of sun
In the grass right in our view
You beautiful butterfly
Nothing cheers us like you do.
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