Sofia clung tightly to the black tipped violet wings of the tenuous butterfly.
She softly pleaded to the intricate friend.
"Please stay," a tear caressing her cheek,
"don't leave me."
Her mother walked up behind her.
"Oh honey, don't hang onto his wings, you will only kill him."
Sofia turned to her mother's chocolate eyes and quietly muttered,
"Let go of my wings mommy."