Crumbling bricks & butterflies

As children
we
lived in
a brick house, &
one joy I will
always recall is
this time of
year

when
caterpillars
turn
to butterflies

the fuzzy
orange & black
buggers
would cover a
section of bricks
between
the bedroom
my
sister & I shared,
& that of our
parents

upon first
sight
it terrified me,
until
my siblings
explained
what
they were, &
what
they would
become

I
fell in love
&
waited
for them
to
come back
each season,
but
eventually
a change
came

there were
fewer
& fewer, &
the same
happened w/
fireflies
bees
even the
wild
strawberries

each
became more
scarce, but
my love
still
remains

just the same