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Reflecting: What a wonderful moment in time. This is one of my favorite poems. I still was having ups and downs but they are farther and farther apart. I hope you will feel this way one of these days. You will see the beautiful butterflies and marvel at their "specialness" You will see how special you are that day.

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I'm as free as my beautiful butterflies,
To soar, to roam and look to the skies.

They are gentle and mellow with so much grace,
Their in no hurry, their not in a race.

They float through the air with style and ease,
They go through life like a gentle breeze.

They are multicolor like crayons in a box,
Scattering about like seeds of lacy phlox.

How long do they live in a warm cocoon,
Before they break out to fully bloom.

To share their splendor for all about,
To glide through the flowers in and out.

They give much pleasure for the eye to see,
Like a camera that captures a single posy.

They come and go soaring high and low,
I also choose this way for my life to flow.

I am not willing to compromise,
I'm as free as my beautiful butterflies.


Gloria Hildreth
"Reflections: A Moment in Time"
 copyright 2009