butterfly.

this is a poem i wrote for my grandma "meme" with her fragile mind and body.

butterfly's beauty pure as gold,
yet wings so fragile.
flys through the swift breeze,
and has dreams of her own.
perches upon a solitary branch,
and a single tear glistens as it falls.
she wishes to be well again,
and to be with the ones that love her.
to live a life without pain,
and to be happy.
spread your wings and fly,
and be free sweet butterfly.
you are captured in a jar of saddness.
and it's a day of enternity,
until you find the passion to live.