Butterfly

There once were two butterflies who were best friends
Ever since they were caterpillers
Knowing it would never end.
They loved each other like sisters,
Their life was undamaged with no blisters.
One butterfly was sporty, a tomboy,
The other played her heart out with joy.
Very different, but their friendship was one,
Playing together...it was fun.
But wings can never be repaired,
As well as hearts.
When one of the butterflies
Had to move and they split apart.
They cried an ocean when she moved:
The damage couldn't be soothed.
Their future might not be together, but it is light -
It goes very straight, it is very bright.

A poem by Dominique S., age 12