Games with Butterflies

Children laughing, playing, riding bikes and finding likes.
No cares or concerns as they play games with butterflies.

Children travel the agless path of life and become we who think like metaphors.

Marriages are made and crumble, babies are born, people live and lie and love…
Death it stings the innocent and evil, people grow old and fade.

Cancer kills us, shot guns fire, cars dance and mangle on busy city streets taking the life that you loved.

Interviews made and jobs acquired, successful men and women wake early to change the world.
A woman and her children stand in a food stamp line, her children cry and scream, she can’t take this life anymore.

An artist paints to remember herself and forsakes the life that the others claimed.

No one remembers her name.

And children play games with butterflies.

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About rolanda

Forty-something, married to a great guy with a stellar beard, we have 3 children, 2 granny babies and super cool son-in-law. I home school my kids because I love to be around them, I hope they turn out ok. I am a pediatric nurse and I live near the Kansas City area. I like vintage things. I love people, coffee and Jesus and I also love to write.
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