Look Dad!
I Really Am A Beautiful Butterfly!!
As I was pulled from my mothers womb
a cold world was awaiting to receive me
My Mother . . . soft . . . warm . . . loving
held me tight in her arms . . . safe and secure
She wasn't going to take any chances
as they tried to pry me away
They said I was not going to be right
long before I left my mothers womb this was said
They said maybe I shouldn't come into this world
said I would be a burden . . . besides the world can be cruel
My Father is holding Me now
strong is his face . . . even when wet with his tears
He is saying to everyone . . . that I am his Beautiful Little Butterfly
wings so soft and pretty . . . with colours of blue and gold
He tells my Mother I'm a Blessing from God
and God only makes perfect things . . . like Beautiful Little Butterflies
Again your words have touched me at a cellular level, and I am reminded of a saying by Richard Bach ~ 'what the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly' ~ fly free, fly high perfect butterfly :)
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Reviewed on February 15, 2002
yes you are...
Reviewed by Gregory Sonn (Reader)
Reviewed on December 13, 2001
Your thoughts are well put together. This is a pretty piece to tell eveyone
your parents opinion is what mattered then and yours now. Good analogy.
Gregg
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your parents opinion is what mattered then and yours now. Good analogy.
Gregg