Wonderstruck
I was only but a child
and to me, she was the littlest of bugs
within my tiny hands
I gave her the fragilest of hugs.
In my life I would experience
a similar range of emotions,
like gleaming at Niagara Falls
and watching my daughter do backflips in angelic motion.
But this day I do remember
as I examined my little friend
she had uneven black spots on a divided red shell
with one wing unfolded towards the left near end.
A miracle I imagined
that a lady bug would be in my hand
and that I may use my tiny fingers
to make her whole again.
My eyes wide open
and I just wanted to show my mom
to show her what nature brought me
that was absent of all sound.
To right the wing I puffed my lips
and blew it a little kiss
and to my amazement, she corrected herself
and flew away along with my childhood bliss.
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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