Butterfly babies are just So-So Sweet.

So So Sweet

Louisa May Alcott.
You passed away.
March 6th 1888.
Your poem "the Fairy song" is the best for me, followed closely by the " the little shadows" your talent inspires .


Shadows dancing on my wall.
There  is no sound, from just bare feet.
Butterfly babies are just so-sooo sweet
Doesn't it just make you want,
to tickle those tiny little feet?
because those butterfly babies are so-soo sweet
My little princess is 16 years of age now 
and still so-soo sweet, and rather likes her grand-dad tickling,
Her not so little feet. 
Butterfly babies pictured up above? are truly sweet,
I borrowed from Barbara Fisher of March House books,
Also a lady who is Oh, so sweet.
: Agman                                                   

Taken from the short Story:
Shadow Children.
By,
Louisa May. Alcott

Little shadows little shadows,
Dancing on the chamber wall.
Whilst I sit beside the hearthstone,
Where the red flames rise and fall.
Caps and night gowns, caps and night gowns,
My two antics shadows wear;
And no sound they make in playing,
For the four small feet are bare.

Dancing gayley, Dancing gayley,
To and fro all together,
like a family of daisies
blown about in windy weather.
Nimble fairies, nimble fairies
playing pranks in the warm glow,
Whilst I sing the nursery ditties
Childish phantoms love and know.

Now what happens, now what happens?
One small shadow tumbled down,
I can see it on the carpet,
softly rubbing it's hurt crown.
No one whimpers no one whimpers,
A brave hearted sprite is this,
See the other offers comfort,
In a silent shadowy kiss.

Hush they are creeping, hush they are creeping,
Up about my rocking chair.
I can feel their loving fingers clasp my neck and touch my hair,
Little shadows, little shadows.
Take me captive hold me tight,
As they climb and cling and whisper,
"Mother dear, good night good night.

L.M.Alcott. (American Author )

How sweet it is to love someone.
Be well  Agman.