Grandma’s Butterfly

I am your butterfly, Grandma-and I'm about to spread my wings,
so I just want to take a second, and thank you for a couple of things.
In life I look to you for guidance, and responding how you may,
you turn to me, your butterfly, and this is what you say:
"Take time to smell the flowers, and appreciate small beauty.
For all is God's creation, and showing love is hence your duty.
Your wings themselves are fragile, so your character must be strong.
Don't ever let anyone tell you that who you are is wrong.
Those same wings are full of color, for radiating joy here on Earth,
so always do your best to treat others for all they're worth.
And although your wings are stunning, set your outer glow aside.
For really what makes one lovely, is a beautiful inside.
Now sometimes life becomes trying, but you won't falter at the breeze.
So don't spend time in worry instead pray, and sleep with ease.
As a butterfly you must be gentle. Your heart, pure and kind.
So keep the feelings of others, always present in your mind.
You've been especially blessed with all you could ever ask for.
So when you think you've given enough, go back and give some more.
You are indeed a small creature, but He has called you by name.
Without your presence in the world, it just wouldn't be the same.
If your spirit brims with passion, and you have a thirst to learn,
the world becomes your oyster, and you, its pearl, in turn.
And butterflies find joy in change. That you should surely know.
For if you didn't experience it, how ever would you grow?
But do your best to always change for nothing but the better.
For if you change for someone else, you yourself will be the debtor.
And finally, don't ever be afraid to come out of your shell.
Love life, sing loud, laugh often and you will live forever well."
So now do you see, Grandma-how I surely can't deny
that God blessed me with a set of wings, but from you, I've learned to fly.

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I am a seventeen-year-old from Kaukauna, WI. I wrote this poem for my grandma, as she has skillfully and wonderfully guided me in becoming the young lady I am today. If I am able to emulate even a fraction of the love, joy, and kindness that my grandma radiates into this world, I have lived a good life. Grandma, thank you for all that you are and all that you do.