16The butterflies dance in my sunshine garden
And joy sparkles like innocence
Through my gap-filled smile.
I reach for them
with chubby,
sticky,
clumsy
fingers
(Careful honey, y)
But they crumple in my hands
And it's ruined
Again and again
Always ruined
. They're . Not . For . Me .
. I . Will . Break . Them .
You step up shyly, and hold out your hand
Timid green eyes
A butterfly perched on your finger
Its wings slowly beating time
With our hearts
And I reach out
But you stop me.
. You . Stop . Me .
(And my heart is healed)
You won't let me take it.
But you give it to me.
And everything's different.
Even though it flies away
Awa y
I can still feel its
Tickling
Pattering
Footsteps
on my baby hands
You have to teach me
Again and again
But I never want to hurt your
Butterflies
So help me
Learn to
Let them
. F l y .