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Butterfly Nets


They took it You spent years Pouring your heart Soul and sweat Into the wood and nails The blisters and measured Imperfections Until one day Your beautiful masterpiece Was complete I stood back Finally, my own Space in this massive World to call mine Thank you, dad The handyman, the relentless Love and selfless acts Repairing, doing this or that Keeping our home in Top shape for years You gave me More than you know But fairytales don't always last Like a butterfly Unexpectedly dropping by Then disappearing forever The notice came And we were forced To leave our home Because they tricked us Cornered us and pulled the plug Uprooted us from our Massive treehouse A tree that continued To grow with each year With each birthday Houseparty, scratched knee Beautiful memory, childhood's past The markings on the wall that were all Ours. They took it. Left us With nothing but what memories We could catch in our butterfly nets And pack neatly into boxes But they can't take what we've Gained. The memories and Growth that has occurred In all of us What we call family and Home, Will always be united as one.
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