Butterflies

BUTTERFLIES
& Do you remember the butterflies Daddy, I once said were me?
Butterflies,
flutterbyes
So Free,
Not me
Always running closing doors.
(An original poem by Treasures, 1991)
THE RATTLES OF THE HOUSE
The rattles of the house each had a powerful message
Its' lessons taught so well
over years remembered only for their brightness
Never holding courages' hand long or tight enough
to see without darkness I would not exist.
And how when darkness was given reign
I would never see the truth I've begun to be.
When eyes of literal blindness
chose their destiny
to help the child too sensitive to see
I had my friend in darkness.
How acutely senses compensate
to never hide the light
I know every rattle this house can hold
for it that lays protection
that's grown to smother me.
And now I ask for courage to come and shelter me,
I begin again to see
How to love the child who could never truly be.
(An original poem by Treasures, 1995)

Treasures

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