This is a poem I borrowed from the Eleanor's Cottage site...Patricia, I hope you don't mind, but I really love it and wanted to share...for those of you who have not yet clicked on the "Eleanor's Cottage" link on the left, I recommend you do so immediately.  Her site is amazing, and I think she's pretty darn special too!

K

Then Laugh - Bertha Adams Backus

Build for yourself a strong box,

     Fashion each part with care;

When it's strong as your hand can make it,

     Put all your troubles there;

Hide there all thought of your failures,

     And each bitter cup that you quaff;

Lock all your heartaches within it,

     Then sit on the lid and laugh.

Tell no one else its contents,

     Never its secrets share;

When you've dropped in your care and worry

     Keep them forever there;

Hide them from sight so completely

     That the world will never dream half;

Fasten the strong box securely--

     Then sit on the lid and laugh.

Butterfly

Today I spied a butterfly

Floating lazily, then flying high

As I watched it flit from leaf to leaf

I forgot my sorrow,

and I lay down my grief.

A brilliant indigo beauty

I stood almost mesmerized

It's fragility and grace

wasn't lost to my eyes.

Soon enough it will fly away, I thought

But I was surprised to find the peace

It had brought.

As it fluttered off, I closed my eyes

And prayed that soon

I would see more butterflies.