Milana
(Mummy's Little Butterfly)
February 2009 - 2 days old
The Butterfly
They had her there, resting in the palm of their hands for a while.
She was all they ever wanted.
Sometimes her wings were closed.
Motionless.
At other times, in their dreams, she spread her wings open in the bright sunshine,
displaying her colourful patterns.
They truly loved her.
She knew that.
They told her she was special and beautiful, they saw the beauty.
They appreciated her true colours.
But they couldn't keep her.
They knew that.
She was born to fly.
She had been beautiful in their hands, but in flight she soared.
In the garden amongst the colourful, sweet-fragranced flowers.
Her habitat.
Free.
In letting her go, they made her happy.
But she would always have their warmth and love.
Always and forever.
For all of eternity.
(Mummy's Little Butterfly)
February 2009 - 2 days old
The Butterfly
They had her there, resting in the palm of their hands for a while.
She was all they ever wanted.
Sometimes her wings were closed.
Motionless.
At other times, in their dreams, she spread her wings open in the bright sunshine,
displaying her colourful patterns.
They truly loved her.
She knew that.
They told her she was special and beautiful, they saw the beauty.
They appreciated her true colours.
But they couldn't keep her.
They knew that.
She was born to fly.
She had been beautiful in their hands, but in flight she soared.
In the garden amongst the colourful, sweet-fragranced flowers.
Her habitat.
Free.
In letting her go, they made her happy.
But she would always have their warmth and love.
Always and forever.
For all of eternity.
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