The Heart Expands: The Butterfly Effect

By Katherine Smith also featured on Youth-Tube

I could not resist adding this beautiful poem to the Butterfly Effect. It is by Tonia Marie Harris, a very talented member of Plum Tree Books…View collection HERE

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Dedicated to Cass and her son, Elijah

 By Tonia Harris

If you lean in close,

Press your ears to the secret

On this child’s lips,

I will tell you

“You are not alone. I love you.”

I can teach you to fly

inside your mind.

I can teach you to sing

when tears are caught in your throat.

I can teach you to be still

When colors are too bright and the world is dizzy.

I know how it feels to get lost

in the kaleidoscope of days,

Minutes ticking into years

when fear is a weight

so pressing it chokes.

Lie down in green grass

brushed golden by the sun.

Smell the wild roses

and let your breath rest

on the wing of a dragonfly.

Take this leaf to press

between the fragile pages of memories

and always remember that it was me

who taught you that in the stillness

of one moment

The heart expands.

About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com

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