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Butterflies and Marshes Mellow

I vividly remember my childhood days,
we had a small garden,
in which we grew marsh mallow,
butterflies would sit on them.

Moment I woke up, I would run to them,
to see how many flowers had bloomed 
Oh! The exquisite beauty of colourful butterflies sitting on them,
it would give me immense joy.

I would often gently caress them,
smell them, even hug them.
Oh! How much I loved them.

Every time I made a mistake and my parents scolded me,
I would run to them for solace.
I was done accidently, it was done not knowingly,
I would lament to them.

All my joy and happiness,
they would be the first one to hear,
I would share my victories with them,
show them my prizes.
Oh! I did love them.

Butterflies were no longer scared me,
they knew I would not harm them,
They would keep sitting their, while I talked to them,
Their beautiful colour and design was a marvel of nature,
They were the most exquisite of God's creations.

They were a friend of marsh mallows,
so where they of me,
How much I loved to watch them  fluttering joyfully.

I would weave stories with my dolls,marsh mallows and butterflies,
I would spend hours playing with them.

When I joined guitar class I would play to them,
they would dance to my tunes,
I would be really amazed then.

They were my best friends forever,
Who would listen patiently,
as i rambled my joys and sorrows...

I felt I could feel their emotions,
As if they could feel my emotions,
They were either happy or sympathizing with me.

One day father brought the news,
we were leaving that house for good.
I was beside myself with sorrow.
What about my marsh mallow?
Who would take care of them?
I can't leave them to die!
They were my best friends!
My soulmates!

Mother tried to console me,
they would soon get another girl,
who would love them the way you did.
"Don't worry dear,
God takes care of everyone here"

With a heavy heart I bade them goodbye,
I sang my last song to them,
with tears in eyes I left them.

I would oft remember them,
Over the years they were forgotten...

Now I tell my children stories about them,
They were wonderful memories,
Memories that still bring joy and happiness to me,
Memories that can never be forgotten.

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