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Poem by Katherine Mansfield


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 Grandmothers lap.



Katherine Mansfield


Katherine Mansfield's other poems:
  1. Sanary
  2. A New Hymn
  3. Song of Karen, the Dancing Child
  4. The Lonesome Child
  5. Waves


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