| To Dance With Butterflies |
| Walking in the garden path Where trees dripped in foggy dew The day seemed quite dreary to me Thinking no sun would ever shine through. There I took my time Embracing the quiet solitude While many times in my mind Crossed ... memories of you. As I walked around a stone laden path There stood a little girl Where a ray of sunshine broke throught the trees Illuminating her golden curls. I stood there mesmerized In what I held before my tear stained eyes Watching her dance ... in her white satin dress With hands held up to the skies With the prettiest smiile I think I have ever seen. There I noticed in my amazement... She was dancing with butterflies. I gasped ... for in a flutter of gentle wings They would land upon her golden hair "To be that child once again", I sighed "Without a worry or a care. As I stood there she looked up at me I saw the joy in her beautiful eyes There two golden wings would open Spreading slowly ... from side to side. Without her even knowing She had taught my heart so very much Without a single word spoken Or by a hand's gentle touch. Then the thought crossed my mind, "Was she an angel?" Sent to guard the butterflies Or to bring the joy unto my heart To help dry the tears I've cried. Then she said ... This one little phrase That I will remember For the rest of my days "Our days can be whatever we make them No matter to the clouds in the skies For we can embrace each moment We can dance with the butterflies". There in my overwhelming joyfulness I fell to my knees and cried As I looked back up, wiping the tears from my eyes The little girl was gone... Except for my chance... To dance with the butterflies. Brenda Conley copyright2003 |
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