Butterfly Heart Poem by jane solanrobertson

A cold shell
Hid so well the butterfly heart
That fluttered
Fragile wings, which tore
A little more with each harsh word
He uttered.
Etched lines
The tell-tale signs of bitterness
On her face
Hard and white,
Arms folded tight and which never gave
A child embrace.
Older now,
I understand how we all need to feel a
Tender touch
To pass on to another
And that deep within, my darling mother
You really loved me very much.