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Walking.....
I was walking...
Like I have done every morning
since we moved into this neighborhood.

I stepped back and my sight caught a radiant monarch butterfly...
It had four broad colorful wings, and very 
distinguishable from other butterflies I have seen.
How can its chrysalis match the color of last night's sunset?
A somber yellow, streaks of pink and a tiny hue of orange
brilliantly shining between the Rocky Mountains.
My breath was taken away as my heart idyllically swelled into oblivion,
I remembered little Ella walking through the fields with her butterfly net,
so free and angelic...
I could have sworn I saw wings on her back, and a white light surrounding her.
Oh, she was such a beauty, that sweet little girl.
A picturesque sight for sore eyes.
This is the felicity I have always dreamed of.
A mother, watching her child grow into a miraculous child of God.
For she is a female descendant of myself but I see so much
of her daddy in her smile.
A continuous plethora of tiny bundles of laughter
and those big brown doe eyes that you can see a mile away.
You should've seen her last night.
She can not sleep without a dulcet of her favorite songs.
So melodious and soothing for her sweet little soul.
Every single morning she wakes rhapsodic full of enthusiasm and excitement.
Tomorrow she is turning ten years old. 
Such a young lady who I am very
proud to call my daughter.
I have come to the realization that very soon she will be 
evanescent and off to find..

her own life...
her own husband..
her own child...

In my jewelry chest I found my elegant sapphire necklace.
It just happens to be her birthstone.
My mother had given it to me
and now it's her turn to treasure it.

How can she be such a beauty?
How did I get so blessed?

Sometimes I think that I used a talisman to create her
she is so perfectly special and a tiny piece of heaven
shines when I see her hair sweep gently in the breeze.

The very next morning I was...
Walking..
and thinking...
as I encountered the trail leading to the river,
there it was,
the radiant monarch butterfly...

Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written : January 20, 2016
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