We are all butterflies. The Earth is our Chrysalis – Goodreads
Trampling spring flowers in the garden
Destroying beauty, an act ardent
Personality fixed so young
To raise a child with all smiles masked –
As if her song already sung
How’s this possible you ask
A parents’ deliberate task
Tiny brain which no love has seen
Intervention now too late it seems.
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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #422
The Bag Lady 