My Butterfly

A butterfly I saw pass by. Brilliant colors and big dark eyes. It flew a circle , landed by my side, I knew I knew that butterfly. We just stayed still and did not speak, a tear of joy ran down my cheek. Such beauty and grace ,I'd seen before, every time my mom opened the door. She spead her wings to say goodbye, I hear her say, "little petoot,please don't cry". Although its fall,and I must go There's just one thing I want you to know. I must go but I,ll be back, When the flowers bloom and the sun is hot. Till then remember this precious day, and remember I am not far away. To flight she took,and flew close by, in a moment or two ,she headed for the sky. I watched her go,I started to cry,when she stopped mid air and waved her wing with a sweet bye bye.