My Butterfly

I touched you when you were warm and fuzzy all over
you inched your way along as I watched protectively
I stored you in a jar with holes poked all over the top
and fed you long grasses and sweet clover
and placed in it a knotty little branch
You munched your way around the tender leaves
and spun your silken womb
the jar warm and moist from the heat of your life's energy
I waited patiently as you changed and became
Wanting to witness your rebirth into a new world a new way of life
 I awoken and you had already mysteriously arrived
Bright and beautiful already unfurling your glossy wings
Preening feverishly wiping away the last vestiges of a former life
One already forgotten
You exercise your freedom until you beat desperately against the glass
Leaving your yellow powdered proof of existence there
I release you so you will not do harm yourself
My fingers tickle as your fine fragile feet cling to me
Love fills my heart
I want more than you can give me
You lift up and loft onward into the open blue skies
The wind tests you as you spin and spiral finding your wings
and then you are gone
I feel pride and pain at the same time
You have accomplished much in such a short time
and now I have to trust the wind to carry you in the right direction
I will never know of your fate or where you journeys will lead you
My only hope is you may want to revisit your birthplace someday