Just when you gave up on walking
your Mom picked you up and held her arms out.
Just when the caterpillar swung itself in the cocoon
it stayed and waited all by itself.
Just when you finally got the hang of it
your Mom didn't have to hold your hands anymore.
You frowned as she was clapping just as if
you wanted to start the process all over again.
The caterpillar is finally a beautiful butterfly that everyone looks at
trying to get a better look at it.
Everyone wants to see a success
but we all are too impatient to see one.
Hold onto your dreams.
Spread your wings
and fly high.
- Author: Ally (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 29th, 2018 11:26
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 9
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