For my daughter, Kayla Jaclyn

butterflies are memories

Butterflies are but memories
Greeting cards flying in the breeze
Fondest thoughts and worthwhile care
Recollecting pony tails and braided hair
Plastic tiaras, capes, and sceptres
Dress up games, now hallowed spectres
Wings renewed throughout new days
Nectar to this soul, filled in many ways.

Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-25 at 23:32

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Your poem describes in the loveliest of images what memories are like. I also am a mother of a daughter and can relate.
Simply beautiful.

This is lovely and rings true for me having two daughters. The final line sums it up beautifully.