by Barbara Combs Williams

Created on: October 06, 2009

She points out the lovely butterfly to teach her child its grace
The yellow wings so delicate, the tendril curls in place
The small child knows no delicacy; she has no skill to show
It needs be in your heart, to grace the butterfly with your glow

She tells her of a folktale that she learned long, long ago
If you kiss the beautiful butterfly, its wings you will grow

No sweet, not upon your shoulders, but in a gown so grand
The delicate lacy butterfly will mark you with its brand

The little girl was gleeful, a butterfly gown to win
The mother smiled and kissed her, upon her little chin
The small child so determined to find her butterfly
And place it near her rosy lips to kiss it by and by

An iridescent butterfly flew slowly, as if wanting to be seen
Displaying dew dampened wings of yellow, black and green
She grabbed for the butterfly, missed and caught just air
But to the child's sheer delight, it lit on tangled hair

Butterfly so graceful, delicate but yet so strong
It circle round and round her hair to sit upon its throne
With giggles, wildly dancing arms, she gently caught the sprite
Touching softly with ruby lips, she placed a kiss of delight

The swirling floating butterfly, a gift worth more than money
Charmed the small child's lips with a powdered dust of honey
She guided her mother by her hand and shyly touched it to
The magical kiss the butterfly left to make a gown of dew

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