My Golden Butterfly
By Bella B
It is not perfect,
Nor does it fly,
But it does glitter,
And it does shine,
In the shimmering daylight sky.
It is as rough as the ocean,
As light as a feather,
It is like my very own bright starry night,
The golden surface reflects on me,
Reminding me of all the memories that I once shared.
It dances across the room,
Gliding from one side to the other,
As it holds memories and spirits,
Of who I will forever love,
And who will always stand beside me.