Youth

Youth, ah that most beautiful butterfly. . . evolving from chrysalis into the most delicate creature, flitting freely to and fro, alighting upon fragrant flowers that capture their eyes with vibrant colors. You don’t see them attracted to fading blooms. Most proclaim it is impossible to return to youth—yet I see the youth of my mother in my daughter’s sweet smiling face. If we are diligent, youth may become distilled in the mind, captured forever by memory and faded photographs now photo/shopped into their once brilliant shades of black and white!