Butterfly Grandparents Poems

I love hearing stories,
stories from my grandparents.
They love to tell stories,
stories from many years ago.
Grandma tells about bread,
when black showed up they would cut if off.
Then...

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Life

Life is full of pain, 
and I don't know why? 

I do in fact...
know the Lord, 
I know Him... 
by name. 
He is with me....

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Butterfly

Butterfly sweet, 
lovely wings of gossamer gold. 
Stretch your tips to the stars, 
as that is the reality of freedom. 
Glide for hours above the...

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These... 

These are the days my friend, 
that we thought would never come. 
They are beautiful beyond belief, 
and they are moving fast. 
The seconds...

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Queen Bee

Buzz, buzz, buzz... 
Great Queen, I hear your song. 
Making honey with your workers... all night long. 
Sweet nectar of the forest, sweet liquid...

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Dear Father, mine. 

I ran away from bad. 
I took my children with me.
I found a place to run to. 
It was an empty castle...

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Drifter

Coming in from nowhere, 
staying only a moment, 
and then moving on. 
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know. 
What to call you...
by name? 

Without family, 
left...

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Feeling Young

Quiet is the morning, 
the sun coming over the mountains...
in the distance. 
Not quickly, 
but exactly at the right time. 
The day has begun....

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Maid

My maid of honor, 
my best friend, (smile)
help me in the moment, 
help me in the hour, 
help me make it down... 
the great white...

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And 

Goat heads, cockleburs, and cow pies. 
These are the things
we live with, in the country. 
Some you step on, 
some travel in your clothes,...

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Ancestors

The poet's daughter 
and the painter's son
found true love 
in each other's arms. 
Together they were married.

Their children were many, 
their hearts were full. 
The...

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Rules

In life, it is a give and take. 
However, for some it is just take and take. 
For others, it is only fulfilling to know
that...

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Broken Glass 

Bits of color...
washed up on the beach. 
Items that tell stories, 
about faraway places, 
new people, and old. 

Red like roses, fine wine...

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Come Back 

The air is thick
and hard to breathe. 
I am tired of waiting, 
but will never give up. 
You have been too long, 
but...

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A Guest

Little tiny mouse, 
why are you in my house? 
Out the back door, 
there are fields aplenty. 
Down by the creek,
there is water, afresh....

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