A silver wrapper,
Is a precious gift.
From a small chocolate,
Which it had wrapped.
Yet Ma made a beautiful butterfly out of it.
It had wings.
I was in wonder.
I tried to make one,
The final product was a gross work.
To make it finely I needed to hone my talent.
But Ma’s butterfly was wonderful.
I wished that it’s wings would flap,
And it would go around the room.
I have kept it with me.
In my dreams that following night,
I saw that God had given it life,
And it was going all over the fairy world.