“I AM” Always With You
by Vanessa Harris
Flitting, fleeting here and there,
Oh how my wings long to ride the air.
But my wing is torn –
Does anyone care?
Designed to fly, but can’t, even if I dare.
But wait…it seems I’ve caught the stare,
Of One most interested in how I fare.
…And He’s come to see about me.
This poem is dedicated to my little girl; a fellow butterfly lover.