I'm beginning to see my son's inner butterfly emerge
It's tentative yet I feel he's just on the verge
Sometimes I catch glimpses of his tender soul in progress
Other times it's hidden by angst with behavior regressed
Just when I think I've seen it all
Unexpected acts of consideration and kindness come to call
Yes, there was a butterfly inside that young growling bear
As the days lingered on I became more aware
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