Like a Butterfly

‘If only it had been different’

Sometimes we say

But then who knows what we’d have missed

Along the other way

‘If only’, futile fantasy

Of what can never be

The ‘what If’ follows in its track

To share its misery

But oh, the ‘what is’ trembles

Like a new-born butterfly

Darling, let’s give it all we have

Before it finds the sky

© Janet Martin~