Magic In Her Butterfly

She.

My lead to everything honorable in being.

      With her knight, she soon flew off far away from here; far away from me.

I was lost. I didn’t know where to go; what to feel.

I missed her. I wanted her right next to me.

I needed her to tell me the difference between right and wrong; the truth and the lies.

I needed her to find out the reasons for my Whys.

Come one sunny morning, I wake up and I think of her.

Looking at the empty side of the bed, memories of her, conjure.

The little red box of her possessions, that she left behind.

      Called out to me, as if she was asking me for something to find.

I opened it, found our childhood in there.

And a golden butterfly, that used to adorn her hair.

My eyes sparkled as if I had just seen a piece of diamond.

The smile on my face had mighty widened.

I quickly put it in my hair.

Couldn't help but notice, how it exhibited a unique flair

I felt a sense of rush through my head.

Like all of my complexity was now being led.

And then,

I began to walk like a queen, the way she does.

I began to talk with élan, the way she does.

I began to act all mature, the way she does.

I began to take the finest judgments, the way she does.

I began to care selflessly, the way she does.

I began to love unconditionally, the way she does.

I began to feel hopeful no matter what, the way she does.

I began to look at the world with fingers crossed, the way she does.

      I began to feel strong and tough, the way she does.

      I began to feel beautiful inside, the way she does.

     

    

      The magic in her butterfly, it was.

      That I began to feel like this absolutely wonderful woman.

      The kind, that she is.

      PALAK, THIS ONE'S FOR YOU.
        HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SISTER.
         
       LOVE YOU.