Butterfly Memories
Butterfly memories never can die.
They shine, so I don’t even have to try
to search for them, for easily I find
them in a small gold box inside my mind.
When I’m melancholy, they make me sigh.
Butterfly memories never can die.
I give my treasure box a tiny tap,
and memories awaken from their nap.
How beautiful are my jeweled butterflies.
They softly flutter as I watch them rise.
Butterfly memories never can die.
I take them out sometimes to let them fly.
They settle on my muse from time to time,
imprinting their sparkle of rhyme sublime!
Though my soul will leave this realm by and by,
butterfly memories never can die.
written May 19, 2016
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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