It crawled on me that day,
It crawled on me like a distant dream,
it delicately touched and nestled.
A moment wrapped me in its beauty,
and a ladybug held my finger.
I remember the moment clearly,
the enveloping lawns, the bedding grass,
the silent love and the settled dust.
Piece by piece the beauty
from quiet, soft eyes,
eyes that held that moment, eyes that made that moment
all that was love, all that was beauty.
A ladybug crawled on me then,
it touched me just as quietly and unnoticeably.
I remember that moment clearly,
and I, still, remember that ladybug.
It was a small ladybug,
I remember her like an embodiment
of all that was love, all that was beauty.
Happy World Poetry day!