156 Little Girl

A little girl as shy as me

Asked me to paint a butterfly on her cheek

The sole request was that

The wings must be pink!

She fidgeted and she squirmed

Sitting still but moving a bit

Excited and nervous for this first time

The honor was all mine

A small fracture of eternity

Etched both upon her small person

As well as in the excitement

Of her young soul

An intermission then proceeded

Where she danced around in joy

Delight radiating from her smile

Requesting others to admire it with her

After a few gentle nudges

She was again seated in front of me

This time, with more confidence

And another wish

Her hand felt lonely

Lacking that of a friend

Would I be so kind

To lighten it with a rainbow?

This child of smiles

I would not, even if I could, deny

Her wish was my command

So I started to paint her rainy hand

Red, orange and yellow

Green, Blue and Purple

With silvery white clouds

And a shimmering twinkle all across

I dare say she would

Wear it all night and the next day

Begging her mother to let them stay

Just a little longer...

I must admit, after that

My whole person felt complete

Bidding the child goodbye

We separated, both with bright eyes