Beautiful butterflies.
I watch you hatch
grow large and fat.
And then you change.
You cocoon
and magic happens within you.
Your body is broken and reformed
into something new.
The process that you go through
reshapes you.
A new birth
becomes your beauty,
a new identity.
You spread your wings and embark on your new life.
Such wonder.
You are now a mother.
Alas,
I may stay a caterpillar.
2023
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