Butterlies

Do you know what it's like 

To be ten 

And carry everything

Of meaning- 

Every type of love 

You could ever fathom 

Or imagine 

Or even recall 

Having experienced -

In a purse 

With you 

Shiny butterfly clips

Lady bug springs 

Glitter wings 

Taken away 

While you slept. 

Never to return. 

Except 

In a distant memory 

A childhood 

Vignette 

In the visage 

Of a mind 

That has grown

To be so sad.

But only from 

Time to time.