"LADY BUG LADY BUG FLY AWAY HOME"

I once read a questionaire and one of
the questions was:

At what age did you feel 'grown-up?'

And these thoughts came to me:

I'm not there yet.

I never want to forget:

The thrill of watching a caterpillar
inching it's way
hundreds of miles

across a lawn.

That same caterpillar
in the spring
emerging from it's cocoon

transformed into a beautiful butterfly.

The thrill of discovering
the intricacies of a leaf
clutched in a tiny hand.

Or watching a lady bug
crawling on a finger
and whispering:

Lady bug
Lady bug
fly away home.

Your house in on fire
and your children
will burn.

Then watching in awe
as she flies home

to protect her family.

Copyright © 2001 T. J. Daniels

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