Her Beautiful Butterfly
She closed her hand over it
Tightly, oh, so tightly
Wanting to keep it
THIS TIME
She wouldn't let it fly away
As the others had done before
She felt the beating of butterfly wings
Against the inside of her palm
She giggled
Taking a quick peek
Between her prison fingers
To see again
The beauty
Of the Monarch butterfly
How she longed to keep it…forever
To look at its beauty
Whenever she was sad
Which happened to be
Quite often...
Maybe because she wanted to fly away
And could not
That she wanted the company
Of that beautiful flitting thing
The frantic movement was getting less
She sat down on a rock
And took another peek
He was still there
Trying to get out
He almost squeezed through
But she closed him in again
Another butterfly
Danced about her face
Almost alighting on her knee
With her sudden motion of glee
It then flew to a waiting flower
Pausing in the sunlight
To show off its brilliant colors
Then it took flight
Pretty and light
Like her dreams at night
For the first time
A little pain came to her chest
As a truth began to dawn
Her little captive was meant to fly
To be free
She mustn't keep it long
As a childish tear or two
Gathered in the corners
Of her pretty brown eyes
Lingering on her dark lashes
She slowly opened her hands
Only to see
Butterfly colored fingers
Moist and wet
Where a butterfly lay dead
In the cradle of her palm
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
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