The Butterfly

life butterfly Benda

He thought he could keep her down

Control her, Be her only one

Told her don’t make a sound

That was how it had begun.

Then one day she grew wings

Found out many things.

Like control isn’t love

And no one should be above


The Caterpillar had become a butterfly.

caterpillar girl

Free at last to soar

Under control never more

There he was left behind

The moral of this story my friend

Control no one or you will send

Them far, far away

Never to return.

By Gale A. Molinari

Sharing my views on just about everything that enters my mind. Fasten your seatbelts it is going to be a bumpy ride. I am just a lady of a certain age somewhere between the dinosaurs and stalactites. Musing over lessons learned and sharing those with others. I really am interested in your views on what I write so fire away and thank you for taking the time to check out my blog. this is my poetry blog perhaps you would enjoy that too!!


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