Nostalgi

I just had a flash memory of my childhood, nothing
horrible, it's beautiful to me.
It was at our summer place, me and my sister found a caterpillar,
a little green and black dotted thing. We thought it was great, so we
took one of our grannys old jam-jars and made holes in the lid,
then we filled it with grass and lovely leafs. It was perfect.
We called him Slinky.
After a day or two, Slinky dissapeared.
We went through the jar and found a cocoon.
So that night we put him in our room,
the cocoon lying between our beds. The early morning after,
a strange noice woke me up, I woke my sister and we saw
a big gorgeous butterfly skipping in the air.
We saw the opened cocoon and knew it was Slinky.
We opened the insect window and let him out.
I will never forget standing there glancing into the twilight
as Slinky flew away, and then, the sun would rise
and we said goodbye Slinky.
Remember the pretty things in life, without them...
What's the point.