He had a friend when he was growing up…he’ll never forget her name
or the disease that ravaged her body…the disease she never overcame.
Her name was Lynn.
She had long blond hair, loved flowers and playing in the mud
until the doctors found leukemia poisoning her blood.
When she became too sick to play and was confined within her room
She‘d point outside her window and marvel at the butterflies in bloom.
“I just love butterflies!” She would say as she pointed at the sky.
“When you think about it butterflies are the only flowers that can fly.”
So he would bring her potted flowers…making sure they were in bloom.
and he would catch her butterflies that would flutter around her room.
And when she could no longer get out of bed her smile would ease their gloom
as she watched all of her butterflies fluttering all around her room.
Memories of her flutter back to him every now and then
when he’s alone inside his room,
when he’s walking in the mud
or when he sees butterflies in bloom.
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