MY VERY OWN BUTTERFLY

She came home wrapped in a pink cocoon,

With her face shining like a sunny moon.

Day after day she cried and cried

I exclaimed “Oh god! What a boring child!”

Little by little she grew

Anything she found she would chew.

She drooled all over, while she rolled like a rover,

The naughty little brat wearing my red hat,

Crawled all over her mat

She drove us crazy and mad

Throwing things this way and that.

Her first wobbly walk and cute lispy talk

Melted our hearts into a million parts…

But the best part was her smile,

For it, I could walk a mile.

The monstrous angel is now my best friend

Many precious moments together we spend.

If she sees this poem, she’ll jump with delight,

At least for a day we’ll stop our perennial fights.