Vanilla Butterflies part Two Poem by Diana Kouprina

One day withought any thought I caught a butterfly in my net. I held her by the wings,
Excitement took hold of me.
I caught her standing a top of my tippy toes, holding on to the rail. A was a ballerina after all.
What a wonder what a feat, I mused within myself. I ran to show my mother.
Withought thought of reconsideration.
I ran to the kitchen, where my mother stood.
I let go of her wings, after taking in one last scent of the vanilla sprinkles on her belly.
I released her and she fluttered around my mother.
The face my mother made, the screams that followed next would never be forgotten.
I released the butterfly without any thought at all. Forgetting all the while my mothers fear of vanilla butterflies.
My mothers screams of terror never to be forgotten. A story told today through tears of laughter.
Catching vanilla butterflies, standing on my balcony. It was a different world.
A foreign one to me today, until the day vanilla butterflies flutter around me once again, bringing me to memories past,
And foreign lands lost.