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 **** him."
Sofia turned to her mother's chocolate eyes and quietly muttered,
"Let go of my wings mommy."