Katherine Mansfield (14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923 / Wellington)
In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
Then the Grandmother said: "Do not eat the poor
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and always it started us laughing.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother's lap.
Katherine Mansfield's Other Poems
- A Day in Bed
- A Few Rules for Beginners
- A Fine Day
- A Joyful Song Of Five
- A Little Boy's Dream
- A Little Girl's Prayer
- A New Hymn
- Across The Red Sky
- Autumn Song
- Butterfly Laughter
- Camomile Tea
- Covering Wings
- Deaf House Agent
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