Butterflies and Roses, Unicorns with wings,
how simply the child holds dear such things,
she dances on rainbows and sings in the rain,
she cradles her wishes to soothe her pain;

a child chanced a look, to drink all life in,
forests and fairies were her special kin,
she loved a man that flirted with danger,
in time, his heart, became a total stranger;

he called to decadent, a careless caprice,
my sister was stripped of childlike peace,
unknown to the reason, she becane quite ill,
how fast her wonderland became so still;

absent was laughter only the child can share,
as she sat wistful, no gaiety or care,
no more dancing rainbows or unicorns to mount,
consumed and ravished by her T-cell count;

the hospital was cold and wintry that night,
when my sister decided to end her fight,
her last note called upon God, sacred things,
Butterflies and Roses and Unicorns with wings...

keith Durante

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