Butterfly baby

[Confusion]

A baby
Unable to speak
To cope or live
Without its Mother's guidance
'So young, supple'
People would say
A baby
The first born of purity
The first free from love and hate
Cried and cried
No one knew why
What was in that baby's head?

A baby thought
Between her tortured tears
'I wish I was a butterfly
Could flutter through the sky
I wish I was a butterfly
Could paint a picture
Way up high
To leave this place
To leave you all
I'd be so high
Highest of them all'

A baby
My baby
A baby's thought
'A life like this?
I'd rather not for me'
(A butterfly merrily fluttered past, way up high)

[Ramona]

I think the word 'merrily' in the end seems a little misplaced, but the poem is great. It's an idea that not that many people think of consciouly, and this poems forces them to think about it.

[Confusion]

Thankyouuu!!! Yea, i'll give some thought to a replacement for that word and change it in a mo!