I have never heard or seen or known of a butterfly to cry or considered their emotional health, which is what makes this piece especially fascinating, a lovely piece of writing here, Jack.
When I was very little, my Grandma told me that fairies lived in the flowers, and that if we picked them, the flowers would die. I realize now that this was her way of keeping little fingers from picking all her flowers...at the time, I believed her.
It broke my heart when the flowers died every year.
And then, my Grandpa told me that the fairies hibernated through the winter, like bears do, and that they would be back next spring. That made me feel better...
This poem takes me back to a more innocent time...
:( This reminds me of a scene in a movie I saw a long time ago. It was animated, and I can't recall the name of the film, but there was this beautiful little fairy that was trying to keep a dying garden alive, and it was heartbreaking. This was also heartbreaking in a beautiful way. As an "ode"...even more powerful.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thanks so much Sarah. Just trying to help her feel better soon.
Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..