There is a poem in all of this

Firsts. They get me every time. Every year I let go of their little hands a bit more and let them wander farther away. Every year, every day and every second they change.

Today is the first day of Kindergarten. A full school day with lunch in the cafeteria and buses to ride. A full day of anxious breathlessness teetering on the brink of terror and tears for me. Okay, Okay a LITTLE dramatic but not as much as I wish it were.

Then I see this quote in my Facebook news feed:

"Without change there wouldn't be butterflies" ~unknown

I get so frustrated when the author is "unknown" because I want to read what this is taken from. To me, at least, there is a poem in there. Alas, Google could not help me. But still, there was a poem in there. So, I wrote the poem I wanted this to come from to offer myself some comfort.

Bear with me. I am no poet.

Without change there would be no butterflies
No spring, no summer, no fall
No flowers would turn to red apples
No pink sunsets or bright orange dawn

The moon would stay ever so constant
It would either always rain or not at all
And while there would be no fears to resist
Adventures would no longer exist

Be like the seasons my children
Be like that old restless moon
Be like the cherry and apple trees
Grow, learn and bloom

For without change there would be no butterflies
Oh what a boring world that would be
So, go ahead and grow into your souls
And walk a little farther from me

M Buyck