BUTTERFLY

BUTTERFLY

Thoughts flittering across memories

Gaining colour and tone,

From each crayon of individual memory.

As a butterfly in a colouring book, from a black outline,

To vibrant visual display.

A reflection of a life.

With all life’s joys and sorrows.

The richness and vitality pulsing its way from dark recesses

Parading itself once more,

Into moving film, seen only within

The mind’s eye.

Yet expressed in words so descriptive

That the listener, hearing. Fills their own internal

Bunerflv with colours.

By Mamie Quigley