Mother’s Butterfly Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

In every little girl potential is stored
and like in a piece of modelling clay
she is shapeless without form

but if you do look closer at her
you will see she is just dormant
like a blossom
that only waits
to grow and open up

and she is beautiful,
soft and lovely like a baby chick
and at this time you want to hold on to her,
pamper and cuddle her
and almost desperately want her to remain a child.

When she approaches her teenage years
and the hormones take over
she at times becomes a little monster
and then you want to tell her
that this is only a passing phase
to what she will become
and that one day she will understand
that everything have got to change
before maturity does come

but as a mother in silence you do observe
without uttering a word.

When her brothers notice the changes in her
they become curious
and you smile secretly,
as you do know
that this change is an essential part
of the growing process

and in front of your eyes
she undergoes a metamorphosis,
transforming from a fat little worm
into a lovely butterfly

and you say a prayer and hope
that the innocent child lingers a little longer
and that she does not grow up too soon,
as growing up can be painful

and like the mature butterfly
you do hope that she will be spectacular.