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Where the Butterfly Goes
  A young girl whose breath smells of fresh bubble
  gum toothpaste hurries back to her room, legs
  covered in polka dot printed flannel,
  ran as quickly as they could. She turned the
  corner into her room and leapt onto
  her bed. Her little toes snuck under the
  cozy, pink sheets and she looked over to
  greet the woman parked at her bedside with
  an enticed expression.
  
  “Nana, can you
  please tell me my bedtime story now?” begged
  the girl. She met Nana’s eyes and the frail
  grandmother reached out a quivering hand
  and brushed it across the girl’s rosy cheek.
  “Of course I will, my sweet Celine, but first
  Nana needs to tell you something.” Her eyes
  became glazed with tears as she glanced to
  see her granddaughter waiting to hear what
  her role model would tell her. Nana looked
  down and blinked her tears away. Her brittle
  voice continued, “Celine, Nana loves you
  very much, but tonight will be our last
  storytime. I have to go somewhere and
  you won’t be able to see me again.”
  The smile instantly wilted from the young
  girl’s face and creases began to line her
  forehead. Celine fell victim to anger
  and confusion. She was hurt that Nana
  would leave her for something else. Her stomach
  sank, but Nana tried to help her grasp why.
  
  
  “Do you remember what I told you I
  would pick as my superpower?”
  
  “I said I
  wanted to be able to jump super
  high and you said you wanted to fly,”
  answered Celine.
  
      “Well, where I am going
  I will be able to fly! Where I am
  going I can walk, run, dance, and soar
  through the sky. Where I am going I will
  not ever cry because I will not have
  anymore sore nights. Where I am going
  the skies are blue with big, white clouds waltzing
  through. Where I am going, I will be free.”
  
  “What does it mean to be free?” asked the girl.
  
  “Being free means nothing can hold you down.”
  
  Nana looked at Celine and saw she was
  confused again, so Nana told Celine
  that her last bedtime story will help her
  understand. “You need to remember the
  story Nana is about to tell you
  because once you get older it will help
  you understand why I had to leave you.”
  
  Nana began, “Once upon a time there
  was a young girl that saved every coin she
  got so she could have enough to buy a
  doll. One day she saved enough and bought one
  from the store. She played with it for many
  years, but it got dirty and old, and her
  mom said she had to throw it away. The
  girl did not want to let go of her doll.
  She eventually realized that her doll
  wouldn’t be happy to play with her any-
  more because she was falling apart. So
  she gave it to her mom and let her take
  her away.” By the time Nana was done
  she found Celine peacefully asleep. She
  leaned over and gave her one last kiss goodbye.
  
  The next day Celine woke up and the
  sky was gloomy and grey. She got of bed
  and went to play. After an hour her
  mom made her change to get ready for the
  day. Celine felt moody, so she stomped to
  her room. She picked out a pair of blue jeans
  and a plain, grey top. Celine went back to
  playing outside and the year went by each
  day looking the same. From then on, all was
  downcast and blue.
  
  A year went by and there
  was nothing new. Celine went to play out
  in the morning dew. She sat on a swing
  and moved to and fro when a butterfly
  came and cast color into her world. The
  girl was intrigued and chased after the
  bright butterfly. Its wings were red with black
  borders. Celine swung her net and caught it.
  She brought it to an old ice cream pail and
  released it from the net, but quickly snapped
  down the lid. She grabbed a pen and
  dug several, small holes across the top.
  She watched the butterfly thwack the plastic
  wall. She crouched over the pale to peek through
  the holes. She watched as the butterfly slowed
  the beat of its wings. She noticed that the
  butterfly was no longer spirited,
  but rather fatigued. She continued to
  watch the butterfly settle at the base
  of the pale and allow its wings to fall
  limp. A pit in her stomach began to
  weigh her down; she knew she had felt like this
  before.
  
  She remembered what it looked like
  when it flashed before her on the swing. She
  knew how beautiful it could be, so she
  decided to let it go. She opened
  the lid and watched it fly high up in the
  sky and each beat the wings made Celine found
  a new color within its wings. She found
  the red fading into a fiery orange
  with flecks of yellow. It turned into a
  new version of what it once was. Its wings
  again fluttered with pride as it twirled through
  the sky. She watched the butterfly
  glide about the billowing clouds mid the
  light blue sky as bright yellow rays spilled on
  them. In a gentle whisper she said,
  “Hi Nana.”

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This poem is dedicated to my grandma.