For Zoya
Time did not matter then
Before the laying of the egg
I only know the flower was beautiful
As a star's heart making dust
To carry bright desire.
Your mother's mild wings flash
In the light and was gone.
I watched the tree still
Praying the flower would not fall.
It became a fruit -
A lawn for you to crawl upon
Then one day you changed again
From puppa to chrysallis.
Today, like your mother,
You frolic in the sun, and I,
I watch the boys with nets
Who play with butterflies.
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