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Lauren McBride


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In my garden
the chrysalis
translucent, orange.
And me watching,                         
waiting for the moment
the monarch will emerge.
Then in a blink,
a newborn adult
testing its wings.
 
In my arms
the children
transforming, maturing,
emerging as adults.
Then in a blink,
entire lifetimes flash
      
the moment
each takes flight               
independent too soon.

© by Lauren McBride.
Used with the author’s permission.

 

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Lauren McBride says faith, nature, science and membership in the Science Fiction Poetry Association (SFPA) help to inspire her stories and poems. Her work has been included in numerous speculative, nature and children's publications, including Songs of Eretz, where she is a frequent contributor. Time permitting, Lauren enjoys swimming, gardening, baking, knitting, reading and writing. Lauren lives in Texas, where she shares a love of laughter and the ocean with her husband and two children.

 

 


Post New Comment:
Shoshauna Shy:
Yes, too soon! I miss my kids being at home!
Posted 03/30/2016 03:50 PM
rhonasheridan:
Delightful. It's a great experience to have butterflies!
Posted 03/30/2016 06:05 AM
Newf:
Very well written. This is beautiful and a reminder to,enjoy all the stages of you children. I'm now watching great-grand children grow. A wonderful experience.
Posted 03/29/2016 09:12 AM
Jancan:
This is a lovely, touching comparison. I really enjoyed it. Janice
Posted 03/29/2016 08:45 AM
plgoodman:
A perfect revelation to contemplate at the threshold of spring. Lovely and well done.
Posted 03/29/2016 07:11 AM
laurasalas:
This is lovely! And with one daughter getting married this year, and another living overseas for a couple of years, I marvel at their flight, thrilled with their independence, but also astonished by how quickly it's all gone. Beautiful, Lauren!
Posted 03/29/2016 05:52 AM


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