My Mother is a Butterfly

Fri, 06/13/2014 - 11:31 -- ryannk

My mother is a butterfly.

Beautiful and fragile

And incredibly important to my way of life.

Her blue eyes sparkle and shimmer

Like gossamer wings

And just as a soft touch can have

A crippling effect

So does the pain of a harsh word

Reflect in her eyes.

She spreads inspiration and fosters hope

Planting and nurturing ideas

So creativity thrives.

My mother is a butterfly.

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