Fly, Dragonfly… Fly


Fly, Dragonfly… Fly

 

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee

 

I stood there watching the little girl

as she smiled brightly, skipped along her way

 

I saw her tilt her pretty little head of curls

to look down at a dragonfly that sat perched on a flower

 

Fly little dragonfly, fly

I heard her little girl voice say

 

I want to fly with you but, I can only skip and jump

I can’t go up in the air like you can

 

Her face glowed with happiness as it soared off into the air

her eyes twinkled with sunshine lights as she watched

 

She began to wave her little arms, for a moment I thought she would fly

up into the sky with that little dragonfly

 

No, she didn’t fly, but… if she could have

this little girl would have soared with her very heart

 

With that dragonfly to wherever it went

saying … fly, dragonfly… fly!

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