Ruth Walters

The Butterflies - Poem by Ruth Walters

Lulu loved the butterflies,
she'd try to pick them up.
They were so full of colour
she couldn't get enough.

Lulu had a little plan,
each butterfly she'd take
and stow them in her daddy's shed
so that they'd not escape!

She collected quite a few, she did,
she had to be so slick,
placing them inside the shed
she closed the door real quick.

All night long she dreamed of them,
she was so excited
but when her daddy saw it all
he wasn't so delighted.

All the butterflies had died,
they'd lost their pretty colours!
Lulu, she broke down and cried
and ran to find her mother.

'Mummy, ' begged wee Lulu
'please fetch a bowl of milk? '
She hurried back to see them
full of terrible guilt.

Laying the bowl upon the ground
and trying not to spill it,
she took each butterfly to the milk,
hoping it would drink it!

Of course no butterflies revived,
they only live a little while.
So Lu' collected dandelions
and put them on the windowsill.

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood , life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem for children

Comments about The Butterflies by Ruth Walters

  • Captain Cur (7/20/2017 12:00:00 PM)

    I guess at times we all try to collect something we cannot keep. However, it appears Lulu's heartbreak had a philosophical if not happy ending. (Report) Reply

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  • Stephen Katona (6/1/2015 10:07:00 PM)

    I feel like I know Lulu now. For a moment I even found myself hoping the milk could bring the butterflies back to life... I love the way she recovers from her loss by collecting dandelions on the windowsill. (Report) Reply

  • Adeline Foster (6/11/2013 3:55:00 PM)

    Lovely memories of childhood. Fireflies and butterflies do so entrance and make such poetic sense. Read mine -The Note -
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  • (6/9/2013 11:16:00 AM)

    This is beautiful. I fel myself as a child for a moment. Laughing at the ideal. Thank you for sharing this treasure (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (5/28/2013 12:24:00 AM)

    ruth, a fine poem. creative, amusing (somewhat) , and instructive, and worthy of a short illustrated children's book. how did you expose children to your poem, if you did indeed? thanks for sharing. and i love rhymes. when i got to the very end i was a bit shaken though because to me the words while and windowsill don't rhyme so well. BUT then i decided i really liked that they did not rhyme for me so well. it kind of emphasized the climactic end to Lulu's butterfly collection and the abrupt switch to dandelions. bri
    p.s. the idea of reviving the insects with milk is a wonderful thought. i've heard of apparently-dead birds, after being knocked out against a window, reviving when given time to rest in a warm (not TOO warm!) setting. so don't bury them right away! ! !
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  • Wahab Abdul (5/19/2013 10:49:00 AM)

    so sweet a poem i could not but love it (Report) Reply

  • John Brown (5/17/2013 5:18:00 AM)

    And just what a little child would do (last line) I like this one. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (5/8/2013 11:44:00 AM)

    a juvenile kind ruth, so innocent! and in a proper diction...bright muse! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (5/7/2013 2:31:00 PM)

    I like this. A great tale of death made beautiful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 21, 2017

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