mother moth and blond butterfly

a friend at work told me this story of his first day at kindergarten. his mom had dropped him off in the playground without guidance of any kind. not knowing where he was or why he was there, he hid in a giant play pumpkin for half the day before some lady found him.
 
i liked the story so much i decided to write a poem about it.
 
 
"mother moth and blond butterfly"
 
marooned by mother moth
on a day of awakening
tiny child with firewhite lashes and sun kissed hair
holed himself in the carved out image of a giant pumpkin to while away the day
tried hide and seek without a playmate
and so kept secret, made safe
a blond butterfly in the making
dormant in a fiberglass cocoon 
and reluctant to change
 
mother moth left no instruction, no clue
for blond butterfly to pursue
and half-formed wings too scared to stretch
grew silent still with bated breath
as pearled drops drew paths
down skyward eyes and dewy lash
 
would that i could lift blond butterfly
from inside out the guarded gourd
find comfort for his fluttered heart
and with soft whispered words send him along with loving start
 
but now our yesterdays have given way
to weathered winds and summer days
and i know not how, or indeed with whom
he took to wing from swollen cocoon 
  
so to this day hope, i might delight 
in sweet blond butterfly's soaring flight