A bug on the ground, never seen before
Long and round, so different
Moving now, it floats on top of bricks
No legs in sight, scary I think
Fuzzy, crawling towards me
Slowly at first, like babies do
I’m kneeling down, not quite trusting
Sizing it up, close and cautious
Brown with yellow, it looks soft to me
Grandma says, “It’s okay to touch”
Gentle, with a whispered finger
Careful not to hurt
Guess what? It’s a caterpillar
Soon to be a butterfly
How can this be?
God’s magic, it’s a miracle
Crawling creature, soon to be ruffled wings
Lots of questions….
When will this happen? Is it true? Will the butterfly be blue?
Does it eat from a flower or drink from the fountain?
Will we see it dance in the garden or flutter near a rock?
Tell me, Grandma. Please, Grandma, P.L.E.A.S.E?
Sigh….Butterfly, I will see you in my dreams
Up..up..up, high in the sky where angels sing
Please wave to me with wings of blue on clouds of cream
‘Till then, I’ll never forget this lesson of bugs and miracles of God
Good-bye, Caterpillar, I love you, Butterfly…..