I Call Her Butterfly

Petite and bright as a star filled night,

I see her passing by. Friendly but shy,

As she stared in my eyes, I call her Butterfly.

She smiled when I call, with joy in her eyes.

She walked in a manner of grace.

And then I said hi as I passed by,I called her Butterfly.

From where did she come dressed in colors that dare!

Like the sparkles that lighten her eyes.

Little does she know I’ll never let go, 

Of the one, I call Butterfly.

“The ending of a story of life will never be when it is told to continue as life will;

And as the story goes, and for as long as the story goes, to all that is life”.

Clifford H. Jones