Lullabies of butterflies 

And then she left. No one gets over a selfish mother.  It takes more time than one life’s got To mend Such meaninglessness  So the poets  And the painters, The doctors and  the pastors Rush bedside  To eulogize the moment  of your  Enlightenment  in passing Gentile still Mother goose with a quill sings your storyContinue reading “Lullabies of butterflies “