When I was four
a butterfly landed on my hand while I was
in a sandbox shaped like a turtle wearing
a black and white polka dotted bathing suit.
It just sat there
like the only thing that mattered
in this world was a turtle shaped sandbox and my hand.
My hand.
The first time you held my hand
I was sweaty and my hand was sweaty
and I kept trying to make that romantic but it was just weird.
That was the only butterfly that ever sat on my hand.
Eventually it left and when you left I felt
lost.
Like I was that butterfly leaving my own hand because the four year old
was going inside and I had to pick a new home that wasn't
home at all.
I often wonder if that butterfly ever went back to that spot
where it once sat
and if it felt as sad as I do - Did.
Did.
I use past tense because maybe if I say it enough
it will become true.
And then you came back.
To the sandbox,
to my hand.
And I was still sweaty
and my hand was still sweaty
and it was still weird, but it was home.
And suddenly I knew what home was
and it had nothing to do with sandboxes,
or butterflies,
or sweaty hands.
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Author:
A. Marie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem, to me, signifies happiness in the perspective of a child and how that turns into the happiness of one's first love. It signifies heartbreak and new beginnings and how one finds their own home in this world.
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Comments4
If I am interpreting it correctly ( actually there is no right or wrong interpretation in poetry) I sense a story about love. Nicely done.
P.S. Welcome to My apoetic Side.
WELCOME MARIE ~ LOVE YOUR FIRST POEM ~ It is replete with interpretations ~ thanks for sharing ~. Love is like a Butterfly a sweet and gentle thing (Dolly Parton). Always remember Home is where the Heart is ~ Yours BRIAN
Very well done and an excellent write
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