Poets United-She

Poets United prompt #61  is She.  A lot of things came to mind, but my attention was on this event a few weeks ago.  I called my Mom while waiting to pick my daughter up from Color Guard Camp/Band Camp. She was fussing that Angela's butterfly had fallen down. My daughter had made her a green butterfly for her front porch, when she was 5-6yrs old.  She was describing it in detail; I must get it hung back up. The urgency in her voice struck me as a bit odd. My daughter is coming of the field; she is waving.  She puts her gear in the back of our truck and says, "Mom today we learned how to do the butterfly".    I'm talking to them both. I said, "you will have to show me".
I put Mom on speaker phone.  I said, "Angela does everyone have the same colored flag?" 
"No Mom, why?"
"Tell your grandmother what color your flag is and about the butterfly move".
I proceed to pull out and head home.
I listen and am moved by the convo.
My Mom sensed something about my daughter on that afternoon. There was a fussy, urgency in her voice.  We all agreed it was a bit odd and kind of neat that my daughter has the only green flag!

She stirs the wind with dandelions
carves and flourishes butterflies
hands stretched, black n' blue, neck wrenched
wrists turned in and out
jump, spin and fly away
releasing magic
hoping for the watercolor sail to return
to it's true color
ballerina twirls in mid air
fluttery, floating lifts 
then drops and spins
needle folds
extend line of leg
hands ready
pinkies crossed, toes pointed
catch her graceful descent
learning fingers crave more skill
money hand happy
raise your arms
fairy dust falls
audience eyes
cheer