I found this little poem in the salesian mission books years ago - i always like it - i have a copy hanging on my wall -
the butterfly
i stood by my kitchen window,
heart heavy with dispair.
Hope was gone, my spirit spent,
not sure that god was there.
My unseeing eyes gazed outward,
while inward thoughts ran wild.
Chasing elusive answers,
my soul, by doubt, beguiled.
Then my mind came into focus
as a movement caught my eye -
outside among the flowers
was a tiny yellow, butterfly.
It looked like a bit of sunshine,
dancing in the breeze.
Darting in among the flowers,
it fluttered by with ease.
Entranced by this tiny miracle,
suddenly i knew,
that god in all his mercy,
would gently guide me through.
The god who made the universe,
the god who created me,
the god who made the butterfly
set my spirit free!
I do not have an authors name - by i hope you like it -maybe you could use this and have your daughter put her fingerprints in four little sections like a butterfly-A.