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The Whirling Butterfly

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A Whirling Butterfly is the name of a small bushy plant with small delicate airy flowers usually pink. Based on my experience.


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The Whirling Butterfly

I stepped into a world of pinks, reds, yellow, and purple.
Bee’s, butterflies, and hummingbirds flying free!
Long flowing stems swaying,  in a soft summer breeze.
An aroma, fresh cut hay, teasing my nose!
Smiling, I recall that day…  not so long ago.
Closing my eyes,  I inhale a welcomed scent.

Looking up with dark green eyes -
I feel my Grandmothers smile warm my face.
Calloused finger grasping my small hand. 
Pointing, she drew my eye to a small delicate thing.
Pink wings and tiny feelers,  swaying in the wind!
She bent slowly, whispering, in my eager ear, 
“It’s a Whirling Butterfly”
She said, with a giggle and a sigh.

Time passes quickly, like rushing waters of a fall.
In my garden now, pinks, reds, purple and yellows.
Bee’s, butterflies, and hummingbirds fly free.
Delicate stems, dancing, to music, of an evening breeze.
Movements, drawing me, to a special place.
Pointing, I show my Granddaughter the prize! 
Excited, she looks at me with her big blue eyes.

I smile, tenderly at the soft red curls
sofly lying around her sweet little face.
Tears swell, in a dusty throat, 
as she grasps my calloused finger.
She spies the pink wings, the yellow feelers, 
swaying in the wind.

Whispering, “ It’s a Whirling Butterfly ” 
I almost cry! With a giggle, and a sigh.

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  1. Date: 7/23/2012 12:00:00 PM
    Love it! Love kid stuff always. Congrats on the selection. daver

  1. Date: 5/2/2012 11:10:00 AM
    Beautiful poem!!

  1. Date: 5/2/2012 10:22:00 AM
    Karen - this is a wonderful circle. Enjoyed this write.

    van Wyk Avatar Karen van Wyk
    Date: 5/2/2012 10:29:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank you!
  1. Date: 5/2/2012 10:13:00 AM
    Karen, I love the way a passage of time just glides through here..David

    van Wyk Avatar Karen van Wyk
    Date: 5/2/2012 10:30:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Oh, did it fly by! Thank you!