Not ready to say goodbye

See that little butterfly
its wings so colorful and bright?
With strength and love it goes by,
Always learning to fly to new heights.

At times it sprials and dives down,
as if to crash and break those gossamer wings.
then suddenly many fingers curl around,
lifting and breathing a life to spring.

Allowing that tiny butterfly to grow,
always there from the coccon till now.
Just ready to step up and glow.
Whispering with a solmen vow.

Fly and use those wings to fight back sorrow
do not dwell on the morrow
but pick yourseelf up and fly
because this little butterfly is not ready to say goodbye