Butterfly Schooling

I could find my child, who's a butterfly lover, Often bunking school granting many a reason; Knowing her mad love, over the air to hover, I allowed her to continue with no treason... Having decided to find the reason from her When, finally, persuaded her to open up; Observing sage-like silence and eyes with no blur, She blushed as though there's a tempest in her teacup... Pleasing, easing, teasing, tiring, tempting, mocking, Persuading, convincing, coercing, smooth-talking; Silver-tongued sweet words on her slowly showering, Ultimately, she spoke up as though rock-shocking... Does schooling teach one to fly like a butterfly? Does butterfly, in a school, ever long-time lie? 05 July 2021 Contemporary Sonnet Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot