Some poetry I have and want to share.


8. Small Butterfly

I may not know what it feels like to save a life,
But I know what it feels like to try.
And for now I still have my beautiful butterfly.
But her wings, they're broken and damaged.
My butterfly just can't fly.
But the day she spreads her wings she'll be in a better place.
And my only memory of her will be the tears on my face.
So I ask you, my small butterfly, to hold on tight.
Because it gets better, and I hope soon I'll be able to say;
I know how to save a life.

(this was written by Kailee Bright)

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