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Chasing Butterflies

Chasing Butterflies

 
When I was child I was a dreamer
and on deep reflection that be true even today 

somedays it just doesn't feel
as if I’m a grown up
when I close my eyes
it feels as if I'm still chasing butterflies
catching them in my net

ever hoping the ice cream van
will come rearing round the corner 
with its magnificent music playing
from the loud speaker attached to its rooftop
even though I’m dreaming
I know which flavor I’d choose
mint chip and if I was really lucky a flake on the side 

I’d be the first to admit
not having worries really was a gift as a child 
not like today 

many a moment I sit dreaming 
of those times, those much simpler times
that as a child I couldn’t have appreciated
because how was I to know?  

so less complicated  
so much less complicated than today
so less complicated
than being the writer of this sheet
 
chasing butterflies?
 
I'll tell you, somedays…
 
that's all I can do.

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Being Me

A beautiful poem that I think we can all relate to. Who among us can honestly say they don't feel like a kid inside? I know my inner child is very much with me ...at all times ... which can be embarrassing sometimes.  Fabulous poem, Shirley x

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Shirley Harrison

Good morning dear being me, thank you so much, yes I agree our inner -me's stay and if we are lucky flourish more each day. 🌹

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

The memories of doing that...

I liked to catch them for a minute...

Just to feel them tickle my hand...

My Brothers wanted to know how I could catch so many and didn't kill any by doing that because my hands were so little...

​​​​​​They wanted to feel it tickle and would ask me to catch one for them...

​​​​​​It was fun giving my big brothers instructions on how not to kill them...

They knew if they killed one I wouldn't catch anymore for them...

They never did kill one either...

I was a very proud little sister...

​​​​​​Beautiful write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

 

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Shirley Harrison

Dear Sparrowsong, how very kind of you to come by and share such a gorgeous childhood story filled with wisdom by the way, it's not always the older who teach, and I believe you could easily make this into a poem if you haven't already. Most humbled to see you on my page, thank you 🌹

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