Butterfly ~

A butterfly tickling my hand

Butterfly Child~

When I first saw you

Standing in the morning dew

Butterflies were dancing in your hair

Holding you seemed

As impossible as a dream

As I reached out to touch you... you were no longer there.

How could I know

That I'd ever let you go?

The butterflies and you were much too rare.

You fluttered away

And I couldn't make you stay

The call of the wild was much too strong to bear.

Butterfly child

You're running wild

Up in the air, lovely and rare

Gentle and mild

I tried so hard to tie you down... but you just flew away.

By Ruthie Pearlman

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Butterfly~

Butterfly
Take a step outside your shell
To drink the secrets of the well
No longer will you fit inside
There's no more need to run and hide
It's easy now to be yourself
And set your fears upon a shelf
To close your eyes for just a thought
And reconsider all you're taught
Wishes made when you were young
Captured in the songs you sung
Freed your heart to laugh and play
Reminders of a former day
So now you look through open eyes
To ask the hows, the whens, the whys
To search the world to find your part
And free the dreams within your heart

By Robert Longley

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She's almost a butterfly~

She's almost a butterfly
She has not yet evolved to the beauty sure to be hers
But growing pains will not hold her back
She left the cocoon forever and is destined to seek and claim the sky
She's almost a butterfly.

She struggles to find wind strong enough to lift her wings
And gentle enough to let her spirit learn to soar
Soar above those who doubt with judging eyes
And from those too afraid to live or even try.
Is there really such strength waiting to flick from the wings of youth
Wings that do not yet span or flutter or dance
But leave her grounded, sorting through a riot of color
To find those that fit her best.

Years feel like ages when really it's only been a moment
Since she started the quest of self image and growth
But she'll see it through and claim her sky
So that never again can it be said
She's almost a butterfly.

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I have been thinking a lot about when a caterpillar turns into a butterfly lately. The transformation that takes place. I feel at odds with myself. The kids are all grown up, they do not need me like they use to. This is the way it should be. Please do not misunderstand me, I get and want that.

I read other blogs and everyone seems to know what they are doing and what they want just in general. I had a life that I felt very content with. This is a season of change for me... instead of feeling like a fish out of water, I am hoping that it will be as graceful as the butterfly.