Poem Project – entry #18 Butterfly
My children, ages 22 and 26, are in various stages of metamorphosis. Unlike nature, their cocoons are worlds they have made for themselves, with help from family and friends. Like a chrysalis in nature, these woven worlds cling tightly, are able to withstand the most wild of outside elements and are delicate to emerge from. But whereas the caterpillar makes its own way in the world, I know there is a role for me to play with my children in this dance of emergence.
I imagine myself, perched in a nearby branch, ready to wrap or release, depending on my children’s current life cycle.Butterfly Emerging from its clingy embrace the butterfly steps to the edge of the chrysalis husk, surveys a world once finite, now infinite. Tentative wings open to the breeze and then, it simply flies away. “Here is your sweater, it’s still a bit chilly.” “No it isn’t momma! Let’s go, I want to find that krissy thing!” I tuck the sweater under my arm and follow my dancing daughter down the sidewalk. I had told her about finding a chrysalis the previous day and now she was eager to see it for herself. We head towards the edge of the park where I had found the translucent shell hanging from a branch. I search carefully to find it again, and pull the limb down gently for my daughter to see. “When will it hatch momma?” “I don’t know honey, every butterfly is different.” We turn and start walking again. The sun ducks behind a cloud and the air turns cold. “I want my sweater now.” I wrap it around her and she reaches out to hold my hand as we head back home. I know we will come back each day hoping to witness that special moment when the butterfly emerges from the dusty husk of its chrysalis.