When I was younger
I couldn’t say a lot
Not because I didn’t want to
It was because I was unable to
Now there was a word
No matter how hard I tried
I couldn’t say it
But then one day I went to see him
I had my cards of words with me
I was getting frustrated with the word
So, I sneak outside
I saw the word flying around
Then my name was called
He was there behind me
And the card in his hand
He pointed at the word
That now on the flower beside him
‘what is that?’
How could I say it now?
If I couldn’t before
I tried and failed
Every day he called
And ask me to say the word
Two months later
And can finally say the word
Phone in hand calling him
‘hey grandpa guess what’
butterfly