She Liked Butterflies
She Liked Butterflies
With a youthful spirit;
She laughed in the breeze.
Dancing in the wind;
Lighting on trees.
Golden haired child;
A laugh like sunshine.
Beautiful , free, and wild;
Artistically inclined.
One day she decided to fly away;
In a letter she said her good-byes.
When asked about her, I say;
She liked butterflies.
Her spirit now flutters free;
With her bright colored friends with wings.
Sometimes I think I can see;
Her… among life’s most beautiful things.
In the summer when the Monarchs return;
There is always one in the midst of the rest.
Where they gather together in the wild mountain ferns;
Who appears to me as an honored guest.
Then she flies away once more;
For she was never meant to stay.
Like she did many years before;
To return another summer day.
Darlene Doll Smith
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