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(14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923 / Wellington)

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Butterfly Laughter

In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
butterfly first.
Then the Grandmother said: "Do not eat the poor
butterfly."
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.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002


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  • Francis Lynch (3/10/2014 9:26:00 PM)

    Let's give the grandmother some hard earned credit. She's integral. The care-giver, muse for future artistry, and spiritual candy.

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  • Benjamin Tetteh (3/10/2014 6:49:00 PM)

    This poem is soft and soothing. A simple story said in the poet's heart.

  • Karen Sinclair (3/10/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    Delightful. From the mouths or should I say minds of babes. Beats adult considerations ie I wonder how much this plates worth.

  • Rafaad Roslan (3/10/2012 10:12:00 AM)

    You were plunged in a solemn state of awareness where you oppose your mere instincts and went overboard. This somehow created an illusion of me to oppose from your piece. It's terrifyingly wonderful... Thanks for this good poem. :)

  • Rohith Ramdas (3/10/2012 3:56:00 AM)

    So much innocence....so adorable! Reminded me of my grandma....she left us an year ago, on March 13th,2011.. : ')

  • Ramesh T A (3/10/2012 1:53:00 AM)

    Ha, ha, ha...! Nice technique of grand mother makes children take food fast! She lives forever indeed through this poem!

  • Marilyn Lott (10/23/2009 1:48:00 PM)

    Another adorable poem by Ms. Mansfield. Loved it!
    A '10! ' I'm not going to tell her to keep writing as I've
    noticed some have, since she died in 1923! : 0)

    Marilyn

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