Caress
The butterflies
In the
Terrarium
Of my heart.
Come see
How they
Dance for you.
How they
Flap a whisper
Of nimble limbs
And draw thoughts
Of you
For my soul to sing.
How I
Want to touch you
With my
Grazing fingers
And wings.

Feeling broken
Purposely caused by the beauty of pain
No longer dancing through the hourglass of time
Picking up the broken pieces
One shard at a time

Unconditionally
A mum will always worry
about her children