there is no running
of bare feet touching grass
no climbing steps on ladders
her legs are metal circular wheels
food is cut minutely
so it just fits in her mouth
her hands are not controlled
she cannot hold a spoon or knife
her voice is often slurred
as she tries to conquer words
wants others to understand
the strain upon her face, most evident
she is a butterfly,
within her heart within her mind,
that soars into the skies, some
will simply fly higher
and some, will not take flight
but there is beauty
in each and every one of them
each one’s a butterfly
Poetics: Written for Fred Rutherford’s prompt on Beauty is everywhere in anything…
For the wonderful DVerse.
Ramblings From A Mum 