Flutter By

My mother had a special bush to attract them,

It had purple flowers, and drooped from the burden.

My mother always had the pretty things in her garden,

And when they flew near,

She would coo and whisper in my ear,

"Look baby! There's a little Flutterby!"

I'd stop my game and look up with a sigh,

To watch a miracle flutter by.

To my one true friend,

Remember that happy things surround us if we stop and look for them.