A Family's Heart

Stars burst inside it on the midnight blue skies
Tarnished copper of the butterfly.
As precious to me,
With family's love,
Given before death,
Hands frail as a dove.
One day passed down
Like others before
Highflier once,
Renewed like the dawn.
People long dead,
Images fade,
Fill you with sadness,
Through the heart like a blade.
Through life and death,
It's story grows,
With our secrets of family
Whose life I chose.
And in my story it plays its part,
As I pin this brooch over my heart.