The following poem was sent to us by Bonita Patterson. It was written by her daughter Liz, 16, when she was 13 years old. We enjoyed reading it so much we wanted to share it with all of you.


Butterfly Wings

For the rest of my life
All of my dreams
Will reside upon velvet
Butterfly Wings

The weight of my thoughts
The soul of my being
Will rest comfortably on delicate
Butterfly Wings

But be wary to alter
The course of these dreams
By reaching and grasping their
Butterfly Wings

For then they will wither
These gifts that I bring
They'll shatter and fade like tainted
Butterfly Wings

Let my heart run wild
Let my thoughts roam free
Let my dreams soar high on velvet
Butterfly Wings. ~Aiko

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