My Butterfly, My Muse~A Poem For My Sister
Her hair streaked with gold,
Glistening in the sun.
Her aviators shining,
Reflecting the wonder in my face.
She is that girl,
The tan blonde with boot-cut jeans
And soulful eyes.
My butterfly, my muse.
In all her forms she is lovely,
Her laugh trickling down my spine
Like water.
An Eskimo kiss to send her off
To the land where dreams are falling stars.
And as they wave past,
I see the twinkle in her heavy eyes.
Just don’t fly too far
My butterfly, my muse.
Written by Emily Smith at fearfullywonderfullyme.com, 2016 ©
I hope you liked this poem! I love my big sister and have always admired her beauty and love for butterflies. From the time I started writing poetry she has always been an inspiration. She never fails at being my muse. This one’s for you Cecie.
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4 Comments
Dainty M
This is so beautiful and so sweet! How adorable such love between sisters! 🙂 <3
fearfullywonderfullyme
Thanks M! Since my sister lives in another state, I miss her a lot. I wrote this as she was sleeping when she came to visit me. I’m so thankful for her and my brother!
Courtney
Awesome poem! That’s so cool that you wrote it about your sister!
fearfullywonderfullyme
Thanks! Sometimes inspiration comes in unlikely forms 😊