Do you know
she once gave a butterfly necklace
and a much-needed cup of praise
to a thirsty girl
who then became an artist?
And she doesn’t remember
but I know it was her
because of her affinity for transformation
and the way she used butterflies
to spread subversion,
promoting flight.
And usually I like to hide
the fountains of my wisdom
under universal disguises,
but this source is obvious:
my lovely mother,
who touched so many lives
and does not often get to see
the fruitful rains
stirred up by her wings.