Butterfly

My little butterflies
Lived so short and suddenly dies.
My sweet little butterflies
Brought love and joy though you are pint-size
Mother’s womb filled with sadness and outcries.
No more will I hear your cries
No more will I be able to look into your eyes
In the memory is where your smile resides.
Angels received more allies
Upon the poignant day of your demise
My sweet little butterflies
I go outside
Feeling the wind of my dead butterflies.