I have a broken butterfly that lives inside my head
It has the most beautiful wings, but it has no back!
As I grow and learn the wings flutter and dance,
Yet they will not talk to one and other,
Which can make me mad!
They make it hard for me to walk,
So hard for me to skip!
I am only four you know,
But my determination is my thread.
My Mummy and Daddy hold the needle,
As I sew them piece by piece,
In any way I can.
My physio,
My cast,
My walking frame,
And lots of games.
My big brother by my side.
His butterfly is strong,
So he helps me stitch.
We all have different butterflies,
Living in our head.
I have a patchwork butterfly,
I made all by myself,
Look!
Can you see it fly!
