The Gift
The butterfly came
In all its vunerable beauty
Landing in my
Outstretched hands

In awe I only cupped
My hands around it
Marveling at this gift
Giving shelter
Without attempting to detain

So it was that
I held your soul
With wonder
In my hands
Touching it for just a moment
And giving it back again

Come again
Visit often I whispered
As i freed it to the wind

Thank you for the gift

by
Andrette Inman
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