Woolly caterpillar
crawling, eating dust, dirt …
cocooned … a worm no more.
He chooses to fly by—
remembering before …
squished others’ on the floor.
Is it wings we adore?

Metamorphosis, changed,
with innocence galore.
Oh, how that worm can soar!
It’s a birds-eye view …
seeing forevermore.
No time to waste, to bore,
death waits at the nights’ door.

Once a caterpillar
crawling, eating dust, dirt …
cocooned … now worm no more.
I’ve grown a new backbone!
See my wings? Watch me soar!
Always rich though born poor;
I was loved; yes, adored
and my dreams live on … pour …

in my works … left behind