Happy, Healthy

I was a caterpillar making a cocoon.
I emerged a butterfly still damp
but ready to soar.
Suddenly a wind
picked me up, not able to fly,
I fell.

In the hospital for
weeks, months. Going up
and down like a young
butterfly in the wind.
I was about to hit rock bottom.
Then, Hope.
The wind
was dying down, some one
saved me. Quickly
I got better and
soon was playing again.
While the butterfly soared above

Another cocoon was
being made.
Another life in the making.

written by Jen Ross, age 13 in Gr. 8/2000