Her smile
Tells a story of it’s own
With a laugh that’s loud and wild
She belongs atop a throne.

I often
Am awestruck by her presence
Creativity and kindness
Intellect and effervescence.

Sometimes
I go frolicking in memories
Her fragments of felicity
Help to vanquish mental enemies.

Bursting
From the cocoon of childhood
I’m reminded – the direction of a         
                                           Butterfly
Isn’t always understood.