On a butterfly's wings... Winner~ Bite Size Poetry Contest.
Though you were male you had a thing
for wearing Jenny's butterfly wings.
My son, my baby: you were blessed,
but now I must lay you down to rest.
The wondrous faces, your guests' surprise
when I open a chest of butterflies.
There they flutter: up, up and away
allowing your soul the freedom to play.
NOTE:This poem is fictional and was written for the Bite Size Poetry Contest, whereby entrants had to move the judge in eight lines or less. 1st PLACE WINNER
Sometimes parents try to steer children away from their natural instincts, but if you truly love your child, you will adhere to their choices.