When I am born in a small egg
I have neither head nor have I leg.
All I am once I am hatched
is an eating machine well matched.
**
All I’m then is stomach and mouth
I’m eating through meals from North through South.
growing, growing is my goal
I’m a worm with no heart, nor have I soul.
**
But even then I’m out of norm
I have different colors, skin or form.
I come in all different, wormy sorts
just eating to us, is life and sports.
**
After I have reached my size
the next stage of life, it is my prize.
A time of silence it is, and peace
a time to change and still to cease.
**
For quite some time I am a shell
‘pupa’ called, it’s hidden well.
Every cell of mine is turning me
into something else, you soon will see.
**
The last and most important stage
is of an adult, out of that cage.
A second time it’s time to hatch
my former ‘me’s’ well to dispatch.
**
This time, no doubt, I first will be
a trembling ‘newborn’, delicate and free.
This time I’m beautiful with wings to fly.
I figure you guessed – now I am a butterfly.
*****
(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, August 2018)

Very nice. Vivid imagery, Well done.
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Thanks so much, Allan. I’m happy to hear you like it. 🙂
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Love your poem and the image, Aurora. Very nice! I have a similar image of a Tiger Swallowtail on the cover of my novel, “IF TIGERS WERE ANGELS: With God All Things Are Possible.” I think you would like it. Bless you!
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Thanks so much Tom. I need to check out your book and then we’ll see how fast it ends up on my Kindle reader. he he he
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That would be nice, Aurora. Send an email to me at IfTigersWereAngels@gmail.com and I’ll be happy to send you info to download a free eBook copy of the book. 🙂
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Email will be sent within the next few minutes. 😀
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Fun! I love these, and the poem is lovely.
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Thank you so much Rae, I’m happy to hear you love the poem. 🙂
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