Bluebirds and Butterflies

Bluebirds and Butterflies

Often times we see our kids 

And think how we've been blessed,

"Don't know what we would do"

We have oft confessed.

"If God had not sent them to us

To share their love and joys",

It matters not whether they

Are little girls, or little boys.

Like God's creations in the air

That fly throughout the skies,

Kids are really nothing more,

Than bluebirds and butterflies

Scattered toys and games are all

In our fondest thought,

Our kids have blessed us everyday,

In ways that we never sought.

But life is short and kids grow up

Toys and games are left behind,

 Memories are stirred within,

Our hearts are silver lined.

Like God's creations in the air

That fly throughout the skies,

Kids are really nothing more,

Than bluebirds and butterflies.

Beautiful and filled with love

They dart across our souls,

They leave their mark upon our hearts

And fill the countless holes.

If one perchance, does leave this earth

And go to a fairer land,

We simply try to trust and hope

That one day we’ll understand.

Like God's creations in the air

That fly throughout the skies,

Kids are really nothing more,

Than bluebirds and butterflies

And so we watch and hope to see

The things that makes us sigh,

Like the face of a lost loved one

In a bluebird,.....or butterfly.....