The sound a butterfly’s wing makes
as it flutters languidly on a branch
is quieter than the puffs of breath from sleeping babies
Soft wet dreams flit about in their sweet-smelling heads
Honey sweet lips form coos and hesitant smiles
Babies grab at the sleek newness of skin
The world is a gift and they want to rip open the wrapping
I revel in their growth every day
Trying to commit every sound, every smile to memory
Storing those precious remembrances in my mind
as though I am pressing flowers into books
My children bloomed inside me
And every day after their birth
their petals unfurl a little bit more
Ophelia Leong is a wife and mother of three who loves to write. She has been published in Assisi: An Online Journal of Arts and Letters and the University of Pacific’s magazine, Calliope.
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