Critter (#195)
© Brenda
June 13, 1982
For my youngest son
And Critter, the beautiful monarch butterfly
Who love him
A lovely yellow butterfly
Seeking a pretty flower
Swept across my freckled cheek
And landed on my shoulder.
It tucked its wings close up tight
And seemed to stay
Riding lightly on my shoulder
In the brightness of the day.
I called my butterfly “Critter”
It lived among my flowers
Going out when I went out
Riding atop my shoulder.
This lovely little yellow creature
Lived with me only a week
But I could never, ever forget
The week I was loved by Critter.
