A Butterfly For Rolla
She was beautiful in a way that only nature understood
walking out into the sunlight she turned sunlight into Hyde
raven black hair that fanned, two eyes of mesquite wood
no taller then four feet guided with a partnered girl guide
Little did I know she belonged to the day camp next door
recovering from trauma she'd been matched and supervised
all I said to her was, " your beautiful" no less, no more,
she froze turned around and ran, all I saw was her backside
Later I was told she had been burned and scarred by an Uncle
I assumed the word beautiful was a Stanley knife to fear
she reminded me of a meteor rock, a magnificent Runkle
that burned very brightly as she re-entered earth's atmosphere
Oh she was beautiful in ways only nature could not misconstrue
truth be told I sat on a bench and cried, deep inside I felt her pain
so I painted her a butterfly so she could put it on her window pane
and at the bottom I inscribed the words, "Rolla, I love you "
July 15, 2021
Sponsor Name: Regina McIntosh
Contest Name: Touch My Heart
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