What do I see as I see the flight?
Fluttering little wings,
And a heart that sings,
And dances with delight.
What do I see when you flutter past?
The first time, I saw you,
You flutterby a butterfly.
I see your heart at last.
What did I see when I was young?
I did not realize,
The beauty of your being there.
An angel in disguise.
What did I see when I cried?
With teary blue eyes,
I was so young,
You were so wise.
What do I know now?
I didn't know when I was young.
I know now I am older.
You fluttered by, an angel on my shoulder.
Rebecca Jones
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