I teach her to fly,
The caterpillar will be
A nice butterfly.
Her dreams will be her wings, she’ll
Fly higher than her mother.
Butterfly
19 Sunday Jan 2014
Posted in Sarah שָׂרָה
Hortus Closus
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19 Sunday Jan 2014
Posted in Sarah שָׂרָה
VERY NICE ESTHER…..SINCERELY ANDREA:))
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Wonderful, I adore butterflies.
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Leggere come l’aria, colorate come il sole.
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delightful poem. i feel to relate the butterfly’s stages of life to our own life-phases…growing pains, times of ravenous hunger, times of vulnerability, moments of natural wonder – expansion.
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Lucky girl to have a mother who was wise enough to teach her to fly and then allow her the freedom to do so.
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🙂
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That’s lovely. All of it.
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The caterpillar
Learns from flowers and from leaves ;
Care for the garden !
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Beautifully done!
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like lace…a delicate poem…
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Reblogged this on Barbara C Rowe Author.
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Every mother’s dream for her child
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