We loved you when we first knew you existed
in your mother’s chrysalis womb.
We imagined how you would emerge
and in daylight spread your wings.
Our hearts fluttered, anticipating joy.
But your small soul was a butterfly,
startling away in silent flight,
leaving behind a meadow
full of empty flowers,
from dream to memory.
Our hearts flutter still,
a broken-winged kaleidoscope,
the places where you touched us
shimmering and iridescent.
Copyright 2017 by Katie Bradshaw