My Mother is a Butterfly
My mother is a butterfly.
Beautiful and fragile
And incredibly important to my way of life.
Her blue eyes sparkle and shimmer
Like gossamer wings
And just as a soft touch can have
A crippling effect
So does the pain of a harsh word
Reflect in her eyes.
She spreads inspiration and fosters hope
Planting and nurturing ideas
So creativity thrives.
My mother is a butterfly.