Vanilla Butterflies Poem by Diana Kouprina

Vanilla Butterflies
We had a light green balcony which in the springtime matched the vanilla butterflies,
They were ivory color and when caught they smelled of vanilla in the summer.
Our hallway floor felt like cement to the bare foot touch,
coated with thick velvety red paint.
The smell of colors are vibrant still
I hold unto them tightly
stored in my soul memory
Of a past life that is foreign to me now
Where love flowed and fear subsided
Where laughter and joy resided.
I felt loved and I loved
Until it all went crumbling down
Like a house of cards blown away by the wind. One minute there gone the next.
Blown away to never be built quite the same again.