On our breakfast plates' center
Every morning we tried to see who could touch the painted blue butterfly first.
Our grandmother then ordered, "Do not eat the poor butterfly."
We were amused by that.
Each time she said it, we immediately began to chuckle.
Such a cute little joke, in my opinion.
I had no doubt that the butterfly would emerge from our plates one fine morning, giggle the cutest laugh in the world, and land on our grandmother's lap.
Those wishes made me wonder if butterflies could actually put out a little giggle.
support my poems by subscribing to my short stories thanks!
About the Creator
Odubo Ukam
I am a poet, I mix my words as much as I want to pass my heart out to my readers
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments (4)
Good old memories
Cute story, brings back happy memories.
More knowledge to do more
I love the versatility and beauty of your thoughts, keep creating!