Daughter

 

Little butterfly,
cruel winds throwing
your light and graceful wings
from one direction to the other.

 

 

Struggling to find
your point of landing
in this huge world full
of flowers and fallen leaves.
You will find your place
on the rose bush
and breathe the scent
of beauty only owned
by Jaclyn Kennedy
and I will be there
with my binoculars
watching from afar.