BUTTERFLIES Butterflies in the stomach, butterflies on the wing Butterflies in the summer and butterflies in the spring Yellow gold iridescent blue look now there its watching you Why do you use the name chrysalis people often say and I stand and laugh as a butterfly goes its way A chrysaliss is encased for months in an ugly a brown shell Then out he wriggles happy to see Joseph passed his coat to me Even Solomon in his wisdom would have marveled at thee Here is a short story true as I see A little boy with weeks to live standing by a tree Mummy he said with a glitter in his eye Look at my angels the rainbows and butterfly’s A woman developed the photos ,at her ;local lab Deprived at the loss she suddenly wasn’t sad Because there in the photo clear as light Were flashes of angels and multicolored light This woman was a teacher and to try to fill the void Martin loved butterfly’s so with this idea they toyed The teacher researched all that she could Everything with butterfly’s, cardboard stone or wood The children made hanging windmills made of paper The stone mason carved a butterfly with his name a short while later The class was filled from wall to ceiling Of numerous butterfly’s of every description Some hung high or taped on the wall But most precious was, the love in it all A couple of months after a miracle arrived the headmaster had donated funds for a butterfly garden as a surprise The children of p7 knew who the memory was in So they planted the flowers and put butterflies within The mother of the boy some six months later Told a journalist the truth to brighten the paper All 32 children and two adult staff Were not the only ones to bring this to pass Because just as a chrysaliss breaks free from its cocoon I know my boys in heaven but will visit me soon Just at that the photographer took her picture Who was there ,but a butterfly having a flicker Say what you want she says, and always will That butterfly was my son or a sign of the grace of gods will |
BOOKS BY AUDREY AUSTIN: The theme of this blog is creative writing. Any writing on this blog by authors other than myself is by permission of the author. I've written many poems, short stories, novellas, novels, and more. I've recently entered the ;exciting world of books for children. I hope you will want to get to know me and, of course, I hope you will want to buy a book or two.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
BUTTERFLIES .. A poem by Margaret Mccafferty
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