Memories


My butterfly is beautiful,
she flys from here to there.
She does not know just what she wants,
but must go everywhere.
She starts out life a fragile thing,
and learns as time goes by,
That it's not always easy,
to just wake up and fly.
She strengthens with each passing day,
her journeys farther reaching.
And still she flys from here to there,
while learning from my teaching.
The day will come when I awake,
my butterfly is grown,
She'll lift her head and spread her wings,
she'll leave this happy home.
I'll watch her as she flys away,
my life a little blue.
Because my loving little girl,
that butterfly is you.
And all I ask is that your mind
hold dearly and forever,
The memories of you and I,
and when we were together.

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